A paradoxical evil monk once said that "we make our own destiny"
The key to anything good bad or ugly is kept in a sachet buried deep inside the mind.
Destiny's directions are taken seriously from the mind... But where the mind is..could the heart be far away ?
Who defines the character of this Destiny? The heart or the mind? When one seems right, could the other be wrong?
The urge to catch up with desire shudders with excitement. If only the destination of desire were to be destiny ...every soul would take a road.
Some minds make peace of mind a destiny.
Mind the peace.. Mind that piece of mind !
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ya.. mind the peace.... :)
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