Destiny, a weaver of fates both lofty, sketches its threads with an invisible hand. Our lives, like paintings, are woven with direction from the very origin. Yet, we often find ourselves lost in a forest of choices, yearning for that unmistakable thread leading us along the path. Some believe that destiny is a immutable course, an unchangeable gu

Sometimes, in the jumble, we feel lost. Our journey feels directionless, unclear. But then, something shifting happens. Lines begin to emerge, a gentle map drawing itself around us. These aren't lines we can see with our eyes, but indications felt deep within, guiding us towards something destined. Feel in the whispers that call your name. L