Go For It Now. The Future Is Promised To No One.

Go For It Now. The Future Is Promised To No One. prose poem

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So many times it happens that a certain thing becomes a part of our life knowingly, unknowingly, but then that is what makes life interesting and life continues along with the same.

So many times, so many things happen in life,
even we don’t know when something like this happened in life,
there are moments when something like this happened in life,
which acts more of a surprise in life making an otherwise dull life interesting and engrossing,
life continues along with the same.

We love so many things in life that we get attached to them,
also at the same point in time we hate a few things in life.
Like the ups and downs in life
Like the highs and lows of life
Likes and dislikes are also part of everyone’s life.

There is always something in life to which the mind gets inclined and remains biased upon the same,
later on this something not only finds a place in the present moment, also it takes a form, size and shape of everything going on in the mind.

A dire need to do something in life is followed by taking a calculated risk,
which also otherwise was possible,
however, destiny has got something else in store.

When everything is being getting chalked out at some point in time during all these happenings desire meets the dire need and both join hands.
Desire starts acting as a stimulant adding fuel to the wish that there is a dire need to make something like this possible,
later on making sure that everything gets done within a stipulated period of time.

As of now in the present moment of time everything seems to have changed,
situation seems to be in command,
everything getting coordinated and controlled.
Definitely desire has now found it’s place in the form of a drive.

Once the desire finds it’s way in the thought process at that point in time it makes sure that the dire need not only gets anticipated, at same point in time it keeps the dire need ticking, alive and activated.
As it is said never give up in life, in the same way desire acts as a drive making sure that over a period of time everything will be happening in some way or the other and over a period of time everything will fall in it’s proper place.

Whenever if you give up in a race,
you lose the race,
however, if you keep going,
then definitely you will find a place not only in the race, but also for your own.

Like the odds in life even challenges are part of life,
better face them,
find a way out towards getting thing done rather than defying the same.

Once desire in the mind gets identified, recognized and accepted,
then the same desire provides the much needed time and space in getting things done acting more like a stimulant.
Desire now has become a drive, happening upon which it must now find a right direction so as to reach upon the discussed and decided destination prior.

Strange things do happen in everyone’s life, but then they also make life interesting.

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