Destiny and Choice

“Dying a bit everyday
Is my destiny…
But that being for you
Was my choice…..

– S.R.



There are two parts to every happening in our life. Destiny and Choice. Our life is sewn to both. But these are very much separated, too. The demarcation and boundaries are clear. And yet… don’t we often mix them up?

Yeah, it often goes like this:

You do something.
You realize it was a mistake.
You check what went wrong.
You find it was your decision or choice.
Your defense mechanism kicks in.
You look for an escape, for a justification to yourself and whosoever it may concern.
You check out all those things all over again.
You again find out that it’s your choice that went wrong.
You reflect upon what another possible reason could be.
You find the same could go wrong if that was your fate.
For once, you believe in Destiny, what’s written.
And you say, “Things went wrong, I’m so sorry but that was my fate. There was no way I could stop it…”
And when you look in the mirror the next time, you ask yourself, “Was it like that? There was nothing you could do to stop it?”
You know it wasn’t like that, but you led yourself to believe that it was destiny, fate, not your choice, not your decision, that put you in this particular situation.

Often, the choices go wrong in the long run when you give up what matters. For a temporary well-being, for a momentary escape, you often tend to choose material things over the priceless things.

Let’s examine a universal stuff – Break up. πŸ™‚ After making all the mistakes, you realize, the person you love isn’t the same anymore. That you are not the same anymore. That you both need different things in life. We have two roads diverged here.

To stay. To let go.
To hold on to the debris. To walk away from what stinks.
To go on and let yourself rot. To break up and be fair to your heart.
There are always choices, aren’t there? No argument there.

While some manage to walk away, many stay back, wondering how to do it. How to just put a full-stop, after all this time together, all that they shared. True, it’s not that easy. Where would the promises go when you walk away? Where will the memories go? They don’t have a place to go, except where you go… But, what if staying just kills a small part of you every other moment, throwing you into a dark ocean from where the longer you stay, you can’t find a safe shore? Isn’t that frightening? Sometimes, it’s what you do that matters, not how you do it. In cases like this, to pinpoint. Because there aren’t many ‘how’s there… Only what happens in the end needs to be counted since both are likely to be hurt in the end anyway. Whether you make it quick or put it off till it will hurt more.

Now, that was dealing with a negative situation. But there are some simpler things that can take up our discussion now. Like loving someone itself. Something like my verses I stated in the beginning. πŸ™‚ And like, you’re walking with a friend and when you share a moment of happiness, you reach out and hold his/her hand, and the moment you do it, you know it was because you wanted to. Not because it would’ve happened anyway. It may not have, and the importance of that moment is that, it won’t come again.

The importance of every moment you live is that it’s available to you only at that instant when you are in it. And that moment is crystallized only by one thing – your choices. What you choose to do at that moment, despite the odds, despite destiny itself. What you decide to be the memory attached to that moment. Not by what happened according to something that wasn’t under your control anyway.

I think rest of the thought is open to you. Let me wind up now reminding you a quote by Mark Twain, that has proven to be right in the long run. That is still being proven by each one of us day be every passing day.

“Twenty years from now, you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn’t do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover.”

Wow! That. Is. Rejuvenating. (!!!) πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚ πŸ™‚ Hope you all had a great weekend!

Love, Sana


About Sana Rose

A medico in love with the pen since 13. Author of 'The Torrent from My Soul: Poems of A Born Dreamer'. Have more collections awaiting publication. Still gliding my pen to discover new horizons in poetry. Writing fiction, too, with a passion in Family and Relationships genre. Has a thing or two for matters of the human mind and heart. When not envisaging a story, photography seems interesting. Based in Calicut, Kerala - India.
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