I’ve been wondering so many times about how a person’s life was being written in time. As he progresses in his lifetime until the last drop of his breath. His breath as his ink and his actions as his pen. The earth is his paper where he draws his legacy.
I’ve been through a lot of debates whether a person’s life was being dictated by destiny or a choice, where the author can write whatever and however he wants. This could be difficult to answer for others and easy for some, but if you woul ask me where I stand, I don’t really know. Maybe one of them is right and the other is wrong. Or they could be both wrong. It must be a combination of both…
There’s only one thing I’m sure of. That we are all part of a string in this universe. One thing or person affects the other in a very complex way. Our decisions and actions are influenced by so many factors. It could be a person, thing, event, etc. All of them are interconnected in one infinitely long string. Could be in a web-like interconnection, where a movement in one point, creates a wave of events and influences where everything connected has no choice but to go with it.
How a person will write his life in time must be only dictated by the forces from the string. We have choices, of course, but those choices are only being offered by the mysterious string, the string of life…











