Des'tiny

Destiny n. fate; one's future destined by fate.
Fate n a power thought to control all events, a person's destiny.
These are the words taken from my oxford english dictionary. Destiny a tiny word that is so hard to comprehen. Even the dictionary seems abit ambiguous. Destiny is our mask. A pathetic excuse for all that we failed to achieve. Conveniently, we put the burden of fault and mistakes on what seems an uncontrollable force. Perhapes we ache for comfort and redemption in all we do, and once we are unable to convince ourselves we are self-worthy, we blame it on poor fate. Think abit closer and harder, and you will realise that fate is innocent.
Are will afraid of destiny? The confrontation with fate is not something anybody can endure. You need the courage. To be able to take control of it or rather face it. 'It is destiny' - phrase of the weak human heart! 'It is destiny' - dark apology for every error! The strong and virtuous admit no destiny."-E. R Bulwer-Lytton. Taking destiny into your own hands; do you dare?, In a world where most of us aren't even able to face it.
Sow an act...reap a habit; Sow a habit...reap a character; Sow a character...reap a destiny. Destiny is not a stranger. However, its the better of ourselves. Every action every thought,even the impetuous ones. result in destiny. Perhapes destiny is just our true self and all that what life have given us.
Embrace destiny and forgive fate for most if not all are your own doing. Destiny is god-sent, as are we. Don't blame it, face it wholeheartedly. Accept the things to which fate binds you, and love the people with whom fate brings you together, do so with all your heart. At such you will realise that fate or destiny could be your lifetime companion. :)

Wanted....want....wanting

As a little girl i wanted my mummy when i fell down. I wasnt ashamed of what i wanted. They were the most basic : love, security... This little girl grew older day by day and realized the world is not like in the story books which she loves so much. Things are much more confusing, nothing is black or whilte. In fact everything was in shades of grey. Therefore, as the lines between very definition begin to grow thinner, so did my wants. I wanted a fairy tale ending, i wanted attention, i wanted more...Now as think back on my wants, everythings seems so naive. I guess its just part of growing up. We change and become more realistic and practical, cynical, in fact. Our desires are limited by the barriers we bulid around ourselves.
I received a missed call today. The phone on the other line was picked up as i returned my call. The news came : My design was sold. I couldn't believe it. Its natural that i want my design to do well but this news was a little too quick for this 18 year old i guess. Wants are like wishes in a way. But they are more realistic, they can actually happen. Sometimes at the most unexpected moment. Do you want something? Do you want someone? Is that urge overwhelming? I believe our wants will become our desires and it will be this very force that keeps us motivated at the dawn of each new day.
Wanting...it may seem like a favour...its like a reality- in-waiting. The fact its "ing" means its an action....movement....The result of want = wanting. Wanting are what i like to put it : long term goals.Of course long is subjective. Everyone is wanting something. The difference is those who actually catch it and make it a reality, and those who just allow it to echo in their heads till they fade away.
Wanted...want...wanting...they are separated by time. What you wanted may not be what you want. Time changes everything. Did your wanted become a want and then a wanting?... i believe there are somethings that will....Like love... security...protection. The stuff that we wanted as kids might be what we want all our lives. Geoffrey F. Albert said :Prosperity depends more on wanting what you have than having what you want. Indeed want is a great motivation...give in to this craving temptation...of desire

The invitation

the invitation
It doesn't interest me what you do for a living. i want to know what you ache for, and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart's longing.
It doesn't interest me hw old you are. i want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dreams, for the adventure of being alive.
It doesn't interest me what planets are squaring your moon. i want to know if you have touched the center of your own sorrow, if you have been opened by life's betrayals or have become shriveled and closed frm fear of further pain. i want to know if you can sit with pain, mine or your own, without moving to hide it or fade it or fix it.i want to know if you can be with joy, mine or your own, if you can dance with the wildness and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes without cautioning us to be careful, to be realistic, to remember the limitations of being human.
It doesn't interest me if the story you are telling me is true. i want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself; if you can bear the accusation of betrayal and nt betray your own soul; if you can be faithless and therefore trustworthy.i want to know if you can see beauty, even when it's not pretty every day, and if you can source your own life frm its presence.i want to know if you can live with failure, yours and mine, and still stand on the edge of the lake and shout to the silver of the full moon, "yes!"
It doesn't interest me to know where you live or hw much money you have. i want to know if you cn gt up, aft the night of grief and despair, weary, bruised to the bone, and do what needs to be done to feed the children.
It doesn't interest me to know who you know or hw you came to be here. i want to know if you will stand in the center of the fire with me and not shrink back.
It doesn't interest me where or what or with whom you have studied. i want to know what sustains you, frm the inside, when all else fails away.i want to know if you can be alone with yourself and if you truly like the company you keep in the empty moments.

This is adapted from fely.....i liked it....hope you do too. Its speaks for itself. All that we feel or might be feeling...the questions and the , perhapes, answers..