There is no end of greed and desires in this messy emotional world. Every other asset appears worthy enough to take away our agony and misery. Hence, we look forward in all glory and hop on to the every other materialistic or practical collateral from the authoritative bank of life. We crave for control recklessly. That's the first step of failure.

We all wonder how amazing it would've been, just so good if every cutlery could've been controlled but it isn't so neither life is. We can't always control the output, input, or even processing. It just goes on no matter what the situation is. We can surely plan fully from the head to toe but it happens what is universally supposed to whether by karma or destiny, it is an ultimate canon event.

Creativity burns in us always, the fire of becoming better than anyone before but if we don't use it then eventually it's broken smolders fill within us, and we suffocate to death. Just remember what Noor Shirazie said, How easily the ink flows when it has a face in mind, how quickly the pages are filled when there is a story to tell. Nothing happens all by itself it's supported by various intermediate causes.

Everything in life needs a reason, you cannot control or you may but it isn't permanent after all. The heat a cake needs can be provided by controlling oven but a sudden unexpected malfunction isn't deliberate. We can add various ground spices with keen measurement but a single jerk could mess it all up. Some pages of density are empty with a "as you wish" so you just can't stop trying to control but can't control anyway. We might even change what's written but for that, we need the same amount of determination and hard work. Yes; their words aren't just delusional aspects. 

See the basic thing is that you're not a maybe, not a wait and see, not an option and definitely not a when it's convenient but however an immediate yes. To any challenge to any problem to any boon. So never set for anything less, is what we need to know. Yes be grateful but never stop and think you had it all already, the world is vast enough which might not be in our control, but that's how life becomes a fun. 

How easily we go through a swap of emotions. From the happiest to the sadist. It's ironic as well as pathetic. We barely get a control over our own emotions but dare to ruin the world. That might be delusional but heavenly courageous. 

We all are a patient who cannot tell the doctor where it hurts, but only that it does.

Why to feel lonely living in your on little so-called delusional world, when you don't feel powerless in living in other people's worlds worrying about their opinions? Like come on sometimes we aren't supposed to use the brain we're given. It's supposed to work itself. All we have to do is breathe live. That's the goal, rest is want.

Running is tiresome not getting the ingredient you were waiting for in a queue is dejecting, having a dirty kitchen is annoying but we can't control it. We can change it and modify it for sure. Same goes in life. Life is full if examples teaching us how to live, we're the one who set unrealistic goals which aren't in criteria of living. But that isn't a crime, we live only once so why not gather the maximum? 

Remember when Stephen kind said,"There's something in us that is very much attracted to madness. Everyone who looks of the edge of a tall building has felt at least a faint, morbid urge to jump." Let me do the honours of adding to it that some might consider it as a refuge with a little wonder that 'what-if' they end up sailing in the sky beyond the misery. So the fun of life the and tranquillity lie in the abstract of uncontrollable. Where we are away from the worry of dominance but in serene of acceptance.

We all are complicated creatures. No, we aren't. Then what are we? Just oblivious. A  vast community of newbies in the game of life, we all want the best for ourselves and for the people who belong with us, but rarely choose to work for it, because we somehow either underestimate the life we have or simply take it for granted. We choose to give up very easily. Because we are enclosed by the world which taught us that said was easier than done. Every time the serene rays of sunlight cascading through the filtered partition of the lavish fabric of the curtain in rooms of our lives, the birds chirp their melody. The Gods announce their blessings in varied languages. Unknown how the one they call their enemy could hear the worship too.

We all know pretty well nothing comes for free every required ingredient has it's own margin. We need to work for them in a systematic and sophisticated way to have an efficient mouth-watering meal which will not only just be healthy but simultaneously devour us with tranquility.

Practically we all are the same the only difference is in perseverance and adaptability where the salt of sodium carbonate choose to fill up the vacancy of hollowness but on the very contrast the another one in the family sodium hydrogen carbonate cleans up the arena, erasing it all for the good. However, both play a crucial role which has it's own significance individually none is judged but a dissimilar approach is attempted in real life. Where we forget how each one of us was called up for a different agenda. How none of us lives the same life yet manage to find trivial similarities in the agony and in the happiness of life. We again assume that it's all normal as it happens everyone unknown to the fact none tried just lived for the hope of it all.

Everyone seems to have a different viewpoint on life, unlike the fact that no dish is wasted, we usually throw away some half-burnt cookies without even trying to accept them or make an attempt for their betterment. Without knowing how their sensible disposable could make good of a world.  Sometimes we get so addicted to moving on and running away from what hurts where some days we're lagged behind chains of concentration camps of attachment. Love doesn't bind us but it frees us. But when we choose to fall in love or suck for sure, as a wise woman once said everything that falls breaks.

Someday we feel so easy to love and have an abundance of it to share all around. But on the very other hand, we desire on hating. It seems an easy escape when we can't accept the trust. The contrast has been constant since ages. Lasted since forever, but yet the innocent souls of humanity fail to determine the trick. No matter how satisfying the spicy dinner was we will not be satisfied without having a sweet dish subsequently. It becomes a habit. And it feels so wrong to go against it. In some instances, we end up consuming a dish with an invitation to death just because it was more appealing but on the other secretly sneak out away from those which have hidden benefits along. Sure to the bitterness they carry. Hence we all are innocent beings, aren't we? Cunning is such a hard word for us all.

Yes, we're unknown, but we've already known so much that neither we want to unlearn with the fear of loosing everything or relearn while missing out on anything this time. We all are stuck between what we have and what we want, cursing and regretting over what we had or could have gotten once. Just if we tried enough. But for what we did and got we never rejoiced and underplayed it's enchanting access.

Nothing works except devouring the current meal. Carpe Diem. Because that's what is possible at the moment.

Nevertheless, we were taught that mass & energy was neither created nor destroyed. So ultimately it explains our existence as well. If we weren't ever created or aren't ever going to be destroyed then why are we worried if our meals would be left raw or be unhealthy? Why do we care if we end up failing? When there is a universal explosion waiting out there. Thinking of an undesigned future affects the poor strings of heart. So let their rhythm hymn be in tune of the present.

We never know what's coming next. But at least we can place an order hoping for the best. And of course, work hard for it.  Maybe the result won't be as expected or may it be however either way it was fate leading the two further roads to complete different directions unknown to us which holds what but neither of them was enough of making a drastic change like those of Robert Frost in woods the only difference will be that we would be aware of where they lead to. One to the journey of regret who never got to know and the other which made efforts for the better. None of the roads is wrong in fact nothing is wrong it depends on what you choose and how you pursue it. Nothing is in control. Nothing is as good or as bad as it seems. It's an illusion. A beautiful uncontrollable illusion. Named life.

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