I had an accident. I cried. I cried because of the physical pain. Initially. And then I cried more. I'm not really a crying a person. In fact, unless the pain is unbearable, I couldn't even bring myself to cry. But then it happened. And once it did, there's no stopping it.

I cried for different reasons. Many different reasons. I cried because of my fate. My fate so accursed, one need be a stone not to be provoked by it. Oh dramas. Life's just so full of 'em, ain't it? And you just love to hate 'em, don't you? Of course you do.

My fate so accursed, one need be a stone not to be provoked by it. Oh what am I complaining about? Really. I should be grateful of everything I have right now. And everything I don't.

Some people are born rich. Some are poor. Some are beautiful, some are average, some are less-than-average. Some are tall. Some are short. Some are fat. Some are skinny. Some are tall and skinny, some are short and fat. Some people are born leaders, others are followers. Some people may be born poor, but are destined to be rich. And the other way around, too. Some people may be pretty while they're young, and grows older not so. Some people are just born intelligent, others so obtuse. Some people may not be so pretty, but does everything to be one. Some people realise these things. Most people don't.

These are the things we can't do anything about. Superficial.
They say destiny does not exist; that everything lies within us; that we control our lives. Bull Shit. Well okay, this may be partly true. But it's not entirely; because if this is, the world wouldn't be balanced.

Take Hollywood, for example. It's full of beautiful and talented people. But hey, there are like a hundred thousand more out there who are just as equally beautiful and talented, but why aren't they as successful? Fate. Destiny. Whatevertheeffyoucallit.

Everything is mapped out for us. All we have to do is live it. So basically it all comes down to heart. To good-will. To one's ability to love and give and let live.

I didn't really make my point clear. Blah.