We differ in perception and knowledge, some through experience and others by just observing. You see a car, I see an invention; you see a house, I see an architectural piece; you see a desert, I see racetracks; you call it fate, I call it choice; friend or foe it‟s far beyond just spelling disparity. Some of us feel life‟s a puzzle while others spend time putting the pieces together. It all makes sense we differ in beauty to make a balance, each with an impact to life just like the reflection of the stars above we glitter uniquely in thoughts and perspectives. An added advantage or just free flow, you make the choice.
We dance on white paper to make history, some as characters, actors and passionate fans yet one scriptwriter. Whichever lane you ride on, just don‟t call it fate if it‟s boring or destiny because it‟s bigger than you and you can‟t decipher its meaning. Call it choice switch lanes if you may, the journey on and it‟s once no replays.

„All the world is s a stage, an all the men and women are merely players‟ says Shakespeare. I agree we act our part as it is written just like Latika and the slum-dog millionaire, yet what sticks out most is the free power and will to chose which lines to act and how to dance on stage. So whenever the curtains call there‟ll be no remake or regret, we‟ll just kickback and reap what we‟ve sown. There‟s a point in life you awake from routine and everything that‟s around you just to feel the touch of reality.

You just realize the truth is seldom talked about and religion isn‟t just a way of life but a perfect communion between man and God not men and God, just man and God. It‟s a one-on-one thing; you and God take a pick: Jesus or Mohammed, Buddha or the free world, Jew or Gentile, we‟re all injected with an innate piece from ancestry, religion or just ideas, perspective or speech. It‟s all one line, one chance, to make one choice towards the one true way to the One God.
Take a moment and let it all sink in, it all sounds like a puzzle for sure so I urge you to take time and fit the pieces together. Don‟t rush with the crowd just think this through what‟s next after you‟ve signed out of life, and you‟re ditched six-feet under all alone. Your spirit sets sail to the world unknown, to account for every lousy and thoughtful deed. It‟s a fact and I‟m telling, just enlighten me if I‟m off for I‟m just mortal like you with a pen & paper I paint a perspective that‟s true to me and the inspiration‟s huge.

Well at the end it all counts, a couple of friends, maybe a pie and a burger, parties or parades, pleasure or pain, set for prison or waiting on pension, used condoms or abstinence, whatever the reason I wonder is it fear of diseases or God. It all counts and I let the pen slide, you make a choice now and don‟t call it fate or destiny. For all men are created from God and they all will return to their maker; Jew or Gentile, free or bound, Christian or Muslim, a Believer or an Atheist. You never know, it‟s just yesterday we met on facebook and another moment you‟re before the true judge to account for your every deed, too early or too soon. I‟m all out,