Like specs of dust we get blown away with the wind. Sucked into the black hole of the Universe our fate lies in the hands of the vast vacuum space pulled by gravity. With no control in our hands we travel miles and miles with no end in sight.
But then who are we ? When we ponder on this question our egos expand to the size of the Sun but not enough to fill the size of the infinite dark abyss that we live in.
Like the Sun's gravity trying to align the planets, our constant tussle with the Universes' force begins in our trying effort to pull away and create our own destiny.
A war with the Gods ensues a constant debate between destiny and free will and we like tiny fragments disillusioned by our egos choose to take control of our lives but unaware if it is the ultimate truth.
Alas the Universe being what it is, a powerful impetus, that we specs of dusts even when we unite to form a globule of dust we still feel like tiny specs of dust, small and insignificant.
But life for us is what it is, we don't withdraw from our desires, our ambitions, and the constant struggle to overpower our destinies continues.
But then who are we ? When we ponder on this question our egos expand to the size of the Sun but not enough to fill the size of the infinite dark abyss that we live in.
Like the Sun's gravity trying to align the planets, our constant tussle with the Universes' force begins in our trying effort to pull away and create our own destiny.
A war with the Gods ensues a constant debate between destiny and free will and we like tiny fragments disillusioned by our egos choose to take control of our lives but unaware if it is the ultimate truth.
Alas the Universe being what it is, a powerful impetus, that we specs of dusts even when we unite to form a globule of dust we still feel like tiny specs of dust, small and insignificant.
But life for us is what it is, we don't withdraw from our desires, our ambitions, and the constant struggle to overpower our destinies continues.
