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"I don't need to compromise my principles, because they don't have the slightest bearing on what happens to me anyway."-Calvin

I love this comment and I believe all of us have had times when we felt this way.

Life is made of choices and chances.
More than personal choice there is always the aspect of chance which leads the way!!!
All of us have has instances where there was very little personal choice and more of a chance that led to an outcome. As you keep battling out things in life you sooner or later find it evident that though your choices win the battle the chances are the determinants of the war.

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Priya said…
nice to know that u got thoughts like such n also follow it..!
nothing but the truth of life..
keep it up gal...
luv
alien
18 June 2007 at 4:26 pm
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