Change your destiny

The easiest thing in life is to wallow in self pity and blame fate for all the bad things that happen to us. Because that way we get an escape route from taking responsibility for the way our lives shape up. We can say "Oh it is my fate, just my bad destiny, etc."

But if you really want to change your destiny, you must do something about it yourself. Yes, I know that you cannot totally change your destiny, but you can certainly try to better it. Even fate helps those who help themselves.

What you can do to improve your luck:

Take responsibility for self betterment. Most of our problems are due to the faults in our own personalities, so if we try to make ourselves better, our luck will also look up.
Change your attitude or mindset. If we cannot change things we can at least change our way of looking at them. Try to see the positive side of things. Learn from failure. Accept things as they are. You will see the difference it makes to your peace of mind.
Try to reach out to people. We are social people and we need to connect with others. Also, if we reach out we will find that most people are suffering from problems worse than us. This way we can solve each other's problems and lend a genuine helping hand.
Be proactive. So what if we fail, try, try, try again. Challenge fate. Be optimistic. Don't stop making efforts. You will see that you are getting results eventually. Be determined to change the lines of destiny and they will change.

You have a choice, after all. You can sit and cry and moan your ill luck. Or you can sit up and make efforts to live a better life.

The choice is yours.

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