I was trying to write some thing. I typed then deleted some lines and at the end what matters is how we live the life.
Our thought pave the path which mold our lives. There is nothing as destiny, all that unfolds is what we attempt for and the one we don’t try always remains never seen and whatever we can think is possible to be turned into reality.
Life is a beautiful bitch, at first it attracts you but once you catch it suck as everything back in past but yet again it gives the satisfaction of being achieved than sitting and doing nothing.