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Living our destiny or directing our own destiny?!

Living our destiny or directing our own destiny?!
So here I am back in Lucknow my hometown ..and once again I am back to the struggles which the city gets for any dental surgeon, and then of course the little struggles of starting everything fresh again  ! It has been more than ten days today since I came here and all that I have been doing for all this while is living in the past, and living in what cant be ! An imaginary world ! which is there with me all the time ! Its nothing but living in what if .. what if I didn’t resign my job, what if I was adamant in not getting married, what if I was settled somewhere else ! I don’t know how of many other people think like that !  So what am I basically deriving out of it .. nothing at all.. and what am I loosing by it .. i guess I am losing everything in the present !

Time and again we read way too many quotes and articles on “LIVING IN THE PRESENT” but then why is it that it is still the least that we do ! One reason which I could figure out was that most of the times we keep blaming our destiny for everything, so much so that we do not realize that in the while that we are actually blaming our destiny we are creating something else for ourselves ! Like in the while that I go in the past and think, I guess this wasn’t destined for me, I end up losing what is destined for me in the present as well ! Easy to preach and difficult to follow at the end I believe may be there is a part of destiny that is fixed and there is a part of it that we direct ourselves but everything depends on how well we accept a situation as it comes to us ..Realizing what is fixed and cannot be changed and doing the best towards what is there in our hands truly defines what we end up calling our destiny! 

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