THE TWISTS OF FATE
Ako Philemon@akophilemon942119
1 day ago
Fate twists.
And fortune take turns, changing sides.
For better, for worse.
For none is all fortunate, unfortunate.
There are lucky days alternating with unlucky ones likewise times and seasons.
Fortune favours the daring, bold in their escapades then soon grow jealous and envious of its prodigy; how colossal their achievements, odds to their favour in time, per time.
It then develop wings and takes flight, leaving plight in sight.
And within seconds, it switch sides. The triumphant hero so chanted becomes a fallen Goliath in the twinkle of an eye to the underdog who never had an odd to their favour.
Let the underdog deadlock, hold stale nonetheless without hope.
Keen into time, buy time which has gifted the dominant opponent the greater opportunity of victory, defeat, conquest unused would flip the script in favour of the underdog by the silliness of the superpower whom for long has engaged without a necessary laid down plan for conquest; plowing aimlessly, purposelessly not knowing its clearly defined goals of which the underdog took note of its own by holding firm, deadlocking and holding stale while buying time.
For the blows suffered gifts experience and craft to the underdog who had been of lesser, no odds.
Fate gives per time, then takes.
Get the job done when the stakes are high and the odds to your favour lest fate flip the scripts on you to another and that's your failure.
In a long term war, superpowers end up at the mercies of the underdog cos they wasted all glamouring opportunities given them while the underdog deadlocked, held stale while buying time until flipped the script; hitting the jackpot and that marks the turning point by discovering the weakness(es) within enemy lines.
We are baskets (mortal, temporal) and can't hold the fluidity of fortune (fate) thus, can only make contact and be smeared of it; through the reality of its very eternal existence.
Fate twists:
One moment of success foretold brings another moment of mischance untold.
One moment of praise foretold brings another moment of boos untold.
One moment of joy, merriment foretold brings another moment of sorrow, weeping untold.
We are mortals and momentary, temporal and thus can't hold onto fortune.
Only the infinite, eternal, timeless is steady and permanent in state with neither fortune nor misfortune; they are and ever were, would be ... eternal and now; neither there is a past nor future.
As eternal in realm, existence; fate looses its grip.
Only one eternal state exists.
Either of peace, joy or of sorrow.
No momentary twists of states for that which is timeless; it eternal (changelessness).
We are mortals.
And subject to fate's twists.
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