TIME & CHANCE !!


Time is a manifestation of chance. Well some would argue the other way, but everything around us the whole universe included, is just a manifestation of chance. And yet we continuously tend to ignore this Creator. Chance is nothing but randomness, yet we are so uncomfortable with this randomness. We crave for security, in every aspect of our life.


But what if we changed our way of looking, just saying I want randomness, I want surprises. That is awesomeness, it is not the absence of insecurity or of fear or sadness but our ability to cope with and enjoy these emotions too; after all that’s what they are emotions. I know you are smirking…easier said than done J I couldn’t have agreed more. But these thoughts are maybe the first step (probably the easiest ones) towards any action.





Passing by another day and another night
The old eyes of time rarely lose sight
Picking randomly much to chance’s delight
Crowning some & leaving others to their plight

But chance never got it’s justified due
Always coloured in another shade, yet other hue
And when truly looking inside, one does realize 
That time had peered through chance's flickering eyes.



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