Dear Destiny, I abstain myself from calling you Fate, as It makes me feel like a dead end with no hope. I fascinate your mode of tenure in my life, with such radical and casual turns before the essence of any event is savored. My burdened soul with infirmities at times seeks for some spirit stirring recollections that you created for me which could do towards a little lightening. Or even borrow the heap of joy from the future that’s waiting to help through my present grief. Even when I fade away in my own mundane life I feel the thin string holding me tight. Inveterately tough is the world I face that even a fight would sometimes make no impression and yet you made it a smooth sail. You made me meet my friends I love, foes I hope I never meet, and the love of my life, embarked each memory like an ornate detail of artistry which defies codes of art of all the worlds. I will hold my expression of gratitude until I leave my last breathe.
Sincerely
A. Jay
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