Watching the waves lapping against the shore, a lone figure walked on the sand. Pausing for a minute to stare across the ocean shore, wondering if the journey was on the right track.
If the path was the one destined, or was chosen as per destiny’s desire. Or was it against the fate, the path trodden against fate.
Decisions. Were they the right ones made or wrong ones.
Choices. Chosen wise or foolish ones were opted for.
Opportunities. Thrown, wasted or utilized at the right times.
Chances. Some grabbed at the first chance, yet some left for later. What about the missed ones, will they come again? Maybe if prayed hard enough, they may.
But come whatever may, bouquets or brickbats, stones or confetti, harsh words or words of praise; facing it is a must. And that is what a true journeyer would do. A true soldier would do. A true warrior would do.
Mistakes, they are a part and parcel of us. But they are what teach us how to move on. How to cope in life. How to remember them later with fondness. How to enjoy the day, at the end.
Accepting the ups and downs of life is a necessity. Though most importantly is to be at peace within ourselves. Nothing should take away our peace of mind.
Thoughts that run in many of our minds at some point of time, mine or even yours.