Why do some things happen??
Are they meant to happen....decided in advance....or do they just occur.... weaving themselves through the fabric of our life...like fine gossamer....becoming one with every weft and woof that is already there...
Is there any way we can know what colours are being chosen for us...or do we just keep going on until the whole design is ready before we realise if the colours are to our liking or not?
And once the design is ready... is there any way we can go back undo what we dont like...what we wish we didnt have...and put something else in its place instead...?
Is it possible to do that without actually ripping apart everything else that was good about our life???
Is it possible to go back and pick out the people we wish we had never met... things we wish never happened??Or is it necessary that along with the good we also must get a taste of the bad??With the kind..the unkind...with the patient..the impatient....with the mature..the immature...and with the humble..the egotistical jerks???
I guess...we need to have all these quirks...i mean, how else would life be any interesting?
And hey...what can I say...my life is damn interesting!!
