This question has perennially lingered as the most enigmatic among the whirlwind of my contemplations. I sense, however, that I'm not alone in perceiving the profound weight of this magnificent inquiry! Am I an arbiter of destiny or a vessel guided through the currents of existence? Why was I distinguished among the myriad details of creation to become the chosen one? Those maneuvering a transport truck from one city to the next had no say in the matter. The one, at this very hour, delicately sealing mailboxes was not afforded a choice. The individual sharpening knives or orchestrating the dance of an electric wheelchair had no say.

So, who is the orchestrator of choice, and why were we handpicked for the grand theatre of life and birth? What sublime reasoning underlies our placement in the ebb and flow of existence? Your geographic coordinates were not within your grasp. Even your name was an echo beyond the bounds of your command

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Muntaqaa - Fine Art -2021