Inability is Sin

What choices do I have,
With life, moods and insanity,
Sunrises and sunsets,
All at once;

Alike, in times of difficulty,
The best of memories,
Having survived,
The onslaught of cruelty;

Now fading thoughts,
Of those seldom feared, kith and kin,
But Baba said it the best in,
Inability is Sin.