Another one bites the dust

Do you ever wonder about your destiny? What is planned for you in this world? Where are you supposed to end up or with whom? Sit there and imagine your life, but the image you spent your whole childhood and a good deal of your teenage years fantasising about, disappears, disintegrates into oblivion.

This might ring true more with single people or single girls shall I say, people in relationships or married think they have it all figured out, a married happy blissful life they don’t see it ending, they don't think their whole “dream” could be shattered in their pretty little faces.

People come in and out of your life, some will mark their passage and some will be forgotten and you ponder the reason for their passage, but if you choose to be mystical, there is always a reason we cross paths in life, nothing is left to chance, some might bring in change, perhaps good or bad, but necessary change, some will be the cause of something wonderful or dreadful, and some you are left wondering the point of their intrusion, who gave them the right to come into your life, in what capacity, for what reason, who wrote this schema anyway, and don’t I get a say in it?

Of course you do, you have a brain and mental capacities to make decisions, right or wrong, thought through or impulsive, they remain also intrinsically part of the schema.
Are you with me or have I lost you?

Believing in destiny is a great way of relieving the strenuous guilt and self deprecation, it was written you say, it was maktoob, but if you attempt to use your dormant grey matter and think, you can also say: it was my fault, my actions, my past has again triumphed and got the better of me, but then again it was meant to be, it’s part of the schema of life;

Which one comes first? The chicken or the egg?

The guards came down yesterday and the hit came in time to annihilate me, ohhhh I want my mummy, but I am 34 and I can't run back to her to cry on her lap.  Guards have to go back up, patience and perseverance are the way forward, arm myself with them and carry on, writing seems to flow better when I am sad anyway.

Dz-Chick…back on the shelf