William Cow­per was a famous English poet of the 18th century, he oft­en strug­gled with de­press­ion and doubt. One night he de­cid­ed to com­mit su­i­cide by drown­ing him­self. He called a cab and told the driv­er to take him to the Thames Riv­er. How­ev­er, thick fog came down. After driv­ing around lost for a while, the cab­by fin­al­ly stopped and let Cow­per out, he found him­self on his own door­step:  He believed God had sent the fog to keep him from kill­ing him­self. Even in our black­est mo­ments, God watch­es over us.

God moves in a mysterious way
His wonders to perform;
He plants His footsteps in the sea
And rides upon the storm.

Deep in unfathomable mines
Of never failing skill
He treasures up His bright designs
And works His sovereign will.

Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take;
The clouds ye so much dread
Are big with mercy and shall break
In blessings on your head.

Judge not thy Lord by feeble sense,
But trust Him for His grace;
Behind a frowning providence
He hides a smiling face.

His purposes will ripen fast,
Unfolding every hour;
The bud may have a bitter taste,
But sweet will be the flower.

Blind unbelief is sure to err
And scan His work in vain;
God is His own interpreter,
And He will make it plain.

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I am a person holding a strong perception that any movie, be it animated or a fairytale, a love story or a tragic drama, a humorous one or a heartbreaking one, is some way or the other a true story. It may not be your story or my story but out of 7 billion people on earth, there is at least one person who owns the crux of the story. This perception has been dwelling in my mind for quite a long time but today after watching a really depressing movie made in USA, portraying the story of a loved one I have in my life, I strongly sense the way people connect themselves with each other no matter where they are or what they do. 

For me, fiction is just a way of adding fancy stuff to true stories to make them look good. Its just like adding cream and cherry on top of the black forest cake where the soft sponge is the one that makes the most of the cake but people buy it not because of the sponge but because of the cream and cherry on top of it. The oven burns the cake-batter to give it a shape of something concrete, edible and good to be thought about. That is the true story. Fiction is decorating it with elements that appeal to people so the baker could make money out of it. 

It is a stupid perception but I would like to share a thought here. If you use anything that is owned by someone else, give them the credit. Be it tiny little thing or be it big. Give the credit to people who provide you with favours and you just use them unconsciously. For instance the tea bag you use, give credit to Lipton and not to your own self for making such good tea. Because lipton’s tea leaves are true story and you adding milk to it and having fun is Fiction

Spread the word around with fiction of love added to it!