Life is like a game of chess, in which there are an infinite number of complex moves possible.The choice is open, but the move contains within itself all future moves.
One is free to choose, but what follows is the result of one's choice. From the consequences of one's action there is never any escape.
Along life’s track we do make wrong moves. We do commit mistakes.
But maybe our mistakes are what make our fate. Without them, what would shape our lives? Perhaps if we never veered off course, we wouldn't fall in love, or have babies, or be who we are.
After all, seasons change. So do we. People come into your life and people go. But it's comforting to know the ones you love are always in your heart...
Along life’s track we do make wrong moves. We do commit mistakes.
But maybe our mistakes are what make our fate. Without them, what would shape our lives? Perhaps if we never veered off course, we wouldn't fall in love, or have babies, or be who we are.
After all, seasons change. So do we. People come into your life and people go. But it's comforting to know the ones you love are always in your heart...
And if you're very lucky, just a bus ride away.
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