Unpredictable Urban Destiny

Even as the city lights flicker like hesitant stars, I find myself debating whether destiny is a script or a suggestion, while a stray cat nudges me into the rhythm of unpredictability. The old bookshop’s dusty stacks seem to breathe the same breath I inhale—each title a promise of paradoxes yet to be unpacked. I linger in a quiet corner, drafting a poem that refuses to commit to a single meaning, and somewhere between the syllables, a sigh escapes me, almost like a relief from the absurdity of the everyday. There’s a strange comfort in this restless dance, because if the world insists on trivialities, I prefer to chase shadows of possibility instead of the glare of the mundane. #philosophyinmotion ✨