Does it surprise you? As to how we have to live
With a few choices we haven’t really made.
We’ll have to bear it, all through our life.
For instance, I’d say, our very own name.
Some were passed down through ancestors,
With a Roman numerical accompanying them.
Or, suffixed with a Jr.,
As folks didn’t want to opt for another name.
A few were given a thought for days together.
While some were named in that spur of a moment.
Seldom did one get to choose their name.
Yet they always had an option to change.
"What's in a name? That which we call a rose
by any other name would smell as sweet." wrote Shakespeare.
Little did he know that someday, indispensable, he’d become.
And the world would look up to him and swear by his name.
It’s really strange how, not many realize,
Behind every name there’s a reason, there’s a purpose.
One day you’ll know it, until then you got to wait,
That’s when you’ll know your mission, and the destiny that awaits.
“Names, once they are in common use,
Quickly become mere sounds, their etymology being buried,
like so many of the earth's marvels,
beneath the dust of habit” - Salman Rushdie