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Everyone of us has a place where we belong. Somedays it is our decision where we choose to set camp, other days we just like to think that is. The question is, when it was your decision what did you choose, because you cannot be held accountable for what is beyond your control.

My creator has made strange systems that function ironically, people and the things they face, people and the people in their lives. There is always comedy, always tragedy, always pain, always pleasure, even pleasure-in-pain and vice versa. Life is like many jigsaw brought together, pieces combined to form the most unnatural yet the most fitting combination. God’s design, i have great faith in. To accept where he places us, is to agree to his greatness, to thank him for where he’s placed us, is the love for who he is.

Take me down to the Paradise City where the grass is green and the girls are pretty
Oh, won’t you please take me home?
Take me down to the Paradise City where the grass is green and the girls are pretty
Take me home

Strapped in the chair of the city’s gas chamber
Why I’m here I can’t quite remember
The Surgeon General says it’s hazardous to breathe
I’d have another cigarette, but I can’t see
Tell me who you’re gonna believe

(Courtesy: Guns N Roses ‘Paradise City’)

~ by farooqk on May 4, 2008.