Human life appears to be a collage of contradictions. At times, it seems so petty and so insignificant, like a bug roaming in a vast tropical jungle. And at others, it is almost god-like, as if the universe was made just to serve our purpose. Sometimes, fate conspires in such arcane manners to help that we are astounded, and sometimes we seem to be trapped in a whirlpool of problems, with the waves piling up exponentially. Life teems with coincidences, coincidences that are organized in such a pattern that they appear to be the work of a higher consciousness. A person's whole life can change just because of one coincidence; one moment can determine the rest of your future. And every so often it occurs as if our very life was designed for that moment; our whole journey was meant for that instant. The sensation is almost mystical, inspiring, and in someway, also a little fear-producing; because if our very life is for that point of time, that negligible tick of clock will determine our failure or success, happiness or grief. These thoughts may appear the leisure-outputs of a poet, but i don't why, they are so much connected with my mind that rejecting them would be akin to tearing a part of my own identity.