For everything there is a season, for every season a plan...

Hav u eva wondered if things genuinely happened fr a reason? A reason so profound and obscured it requires patience as we wait for time to tell us a different story in a different light;a different perspective...If everything happens for a reason, what is that greater reason that we are all living for? Standing at the crossroads, was there a reason why i chose to turn right? was it the right path to choose so that i cld walk right into revelation and finally nirvana? Could everything be happenin for a reason so tt i cld finally arrive at my destination, my fate? So as i sit here contemplating fate, do i really take the back seat of my life, and let fate map out the day's route? my life's destiny? How much of life is really controlled by fate, that greater divine providence? i'm a fervent believer of fate, serendipty,but doesn't that also make me a faineant believer of whimiscal beliefs, lackin convictions in the evanescence and volatility of fate...