Running away from certain things,
Trying best not to hurt ourselves,
Sometimes it is fate who willfully makes the connections,
Despite being aware of the amassing quantitative hatred we own for them.
Sometimes we succeed cheating fate.
There are days when we don’t.
But not every single day is the same….
Becase sometimes we do end up liking what’s on our plate.
Molding our lives according to it,
Because after all,
“This is life as we know it…”