DigiScribbles II

luck has always by the side of the unlucky.......thats why i guess one figures out tht they are 'unlucky'. isn't that obvious i ask of all those who say i am unlucky. its just going to take one a little more than those lucky people to do things they do with what they have. the unlucky ones go searching for something they donot have and end up losing what they have in saying they dont have what they dont.
oppurtunity struck but once, in my life. and i said i am lucky that luck did not favour me more and give me choices... not that its confusing, its just that knowing that i have no option but to fight along with what i have gives me the self-confidence that seems to drain luck of all its 'ill'ness and i shall emerge victorious... walking on a road all alone, i perceived a silhouette in the distance. i thought i have company and ran on ahead only to find it behind me at the turn. that's when i realised i had conquered and had taken over every hassle in my life. cuz what remained of the silhoutte was just a shadow, one that followed at a distance with no efforts to get ahead. today i realise that words say moore than the curves that put them together. and so does a man's life...
threaded on a single string are life's most valuable pearls, not obtained from the oyster of the deep oceans but from the very hands of the 'maker'...

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