Not a La Carte

Each day serves its own dish regardless if it is to our liking or not.







© Demetrios Trifiatis
       03 May 2021

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Paghunda Zahid

May 3, 2021 at 6:46 PM

Indeed... We are but puppets in tha hands of fate

Paghunda Zahid

May 5, 2021 at 4:51 PM

Pleasure is all mine

Demetrios Trifiatis

May 3, 2021 at 10:25 PM

Thank you very much for your kind visit and comment, dear Paghunda. Blessings.

Vijay Pandit

May 3, 2021 at 5:26 AM

Yes indeed! So well said my friend!

Demetrios Trifiatis

May 3, 2021 at 5:55 AM

Thank you very much for your lovely visit and comment, my dearest friend, Vijay! Stay healthy!

Sotto Poet

May 3, 2021 at 2:53 AM

Wow, this is actually the true meaning of life, I guess, dear Demetrios; regardless of whether we like what we get, everybody gets a daily serving of destiny each day. enjoy what you will get my friend

Demetrios Trifiatis

May 3, 2021 at 5:54 AM

Thank you for your lovely comment, my dearest friend, Lasaad. May life always serve you dishes of your liking! Blessings.