What defines the metrics of having a salient existence? Does possessing materialistic accolades that flamboyantly breathe in the appraise of luxury denote a life well lived or does having a recall of a trip down memory lane, filling the soul with sheer nostalgia of times oozing out the warmth of a hot cup of tea in the monsoon months hold the essence of truly joyful being? How I wish life had a rulebook, an instruction manual that would guide us through the crossroads we face due to significantly insignificant humanness. But as time propelled its wheels across the sands of dee, I beckoned to realize the being that strode upon, is a myriad of the anomalies created by the choices that lie in the hands of thee.

As we stir upon the contrasting emotions of joy and sadness, celebration and remorse, light and dark, and love and hatred, every spectrum of the convoluted human existence is an outcome of the actions that we undertook in the past. The universe itself amplifies the energy we put out in the world. Our thoughts form our beliefs, our belief system affects how we show up in the world and how we direct our actions in the face of present circumstances dictates our reality.

I am the manifestation of my actions of my past self, the present mortal bane or boon that I stride in is the karma of my younger self, that created the possibilities of the depths of experiences I embrace. You are the creator of your reality, as terrifying as it sounds, it is also incredibly liberating to know that no matter what anyone says or does in their hatred for you, the only person who gets to call the shots of what you will forge your existence in belies to be you. The notion of your destined fate being written before you were born seems to be partially true in its stance. If you view it through the lens of different perceptions, here are two ways to look at it:

1. I believe in the eternal path of destiny, every tiny nuance of my life is laid upon beforehand in the divinely etched fallacy of the universe and I have nothing to worry about. Everything is divinely written and I will eventually be led to the fateful reality that forges itself for me. Rendering me to not take any action towards the dreams I want to fulfil.
2. I believe in the power bigger than humanity that brought life onto mortality. There is the presence of divine protection and guidance, but the outcome of my existence lies in the seeds of perseverance, dedication and toil I relentlessly sow every day. The universe will reap me with what I shall sow.

Perception creates reality. If you think you are worthy of achieving everything you set your mind to, it will reflect in the actions you engage in and your actions will be propelled by self-belief rather than external validation. The ebb and flow of joy are constant in its demeanour, if you are in moments of abundant joy there is an equal chance of you being in the moment of distress the next day and vice versa. But does that mean we do not live life to the fullest and stop being joyful or fully sad in the moments of occurrence? No. It is only human to be joyful while life gives its best gifts and not feel joyful when you are in pain or moment of uncertainty. There is no rulebook to know how much expression of joy or sadness, angst or folly is healthy, yet regulating ourselves in the calmness of knowing nothing lasts forever proves to be instrumental in being at peace and having the locus of control in ourselves and not something external to us.

I am still not sure whether I am an expert at the game of how to live my life because there are times when the turbulence of uncertain tides strikes me off the course of the route I am sailing through. Yet the notion of sailing through the testing times of the course has enforced its permanence in my mind. If you are tired, learn to rest and not to quit.

Whether you run, crawl, walk or fly towards your destined goal,
May you remember that you are the master of your fate, the commander of your soul,
I hope you stride in the belief of thee,
In the hope of all the light you yet cannot see.

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