My mom loves cricket,
She’d always secure a seat, never miss it,
But what if her heart had never leaned toward it?
Does a passion lost truly matter, or can we ignore it?
Perhaps she’d have skipped her university’s cricket game,
Cricket or Football, in the end, is it not all the same?
Does everything happen for a reason or is that just a theory that’s unreasonably famed?
Sometimes the path we take sets our soul ablaze
But that match was where she met my father,
A moment so small, yet it shaped everything that happened after.
Had she stayed away, would I be here to say?
A life born from chance, from the game my mom chose to watch, and my dad chose to play.
What happened to destiny, however?
If it were meant to happen, they say, wouldn’t it happen whatsoever?
Are we enjoyers of free will or merely pawns of the universe so clever?
Does this question keep you up at night, ever?
Are we one choice away from changing our situations forever?
In one choice does despair flourish while in the other sorrow is severed?
I think, in every option, there’s a fear to uncover and a joy to discover.
All choices are right, your future is not something one can measure
I love the smiths
Their tunes make me feel every bit
But what if my heart never leaned toward it?
Does a passion lost truly matter, or can we ignore it?
Truth is, in every choice, we find our truth, a journey we must savor.