They say that there are things that are already predefined by god;our future,our destiny and our purpose of life.Everything is believed to have been written with an invisible ink by God.Every person has a book by his name; our prerecorded biography. Each day a new page shows up.Each day something new happens and this vicious cycle goes on and on.And then a time comes when we stand at an ironical threshold.A threshold of a an ending and a simultaneous new beginning.The book looses its significance.The time sways it along,the pages go loose,some fly with the wind on an infinite journey,some melt away and some torn.Time spares no one; not even the book of our lives.These are no manuscripts that would be preserved in the museum of people’s life.The author then writes a new book for the the beginning of our another soul re-journey into this universe.
I feel that life is impossible!!
Expresso!! 