Chances-

I think of chances like little rain drops-

The moment you let go of a chance and let it slip away, is like the moment when you do not manage to catch the rain drop and it falls onto the ground-

Chances came by so frequently yet either we overlook it or we let it fall through our own hands-

Chances could fall right onto our laps and we choose to ignore it-

Chances could appear out of nowhere and it's always you to decide to use it or not-

Maybe that is why I am indecisive... chances are precious and I never want to pick the wrong one-

Chances open up new pathways to unimaginable experiences and teach you lessons and make you learn and feel so much-

Chances are like rain drops, they fall past you without you noticing sometimes and you lose them, just like that-

Chances and opportunities are so common yet we so often either overlook it, do not see it or won't use it-

Why won't you take that chance and just do it?

First, there was a quiet bliss, the river steady and still.

Second there was a small rumble of noise, a sign of chaos, approaching.

Third, there came battle cries, from all points of the ocean sides.

Standing still and silent in the middle of the ocean, fully emerged into water.

The water, however, was not crystal blue.
It was red.
Stained red.
The colour of blood-red.