Fate: True or False?
A question that has been deeply rooted in my mind for the past 7 months. Does fate exist?
I can’t deny the fact that some coincidences seem like they could be planned out—falling into line precisely where they should. But I won’t believe that our future is already in the stars—carved into some prophecy and unable to be changed. I won’t believe that we have no say—that in the end, all will turn out how it was written for us—mere marionettes strung to a puppeteer while they narrates our own stories. No—I’ll never accept that.
Tomorrow will always be uncertain—a bend in the horizon. The future is a series of twists, turns, and snap-changes simply by a decision to go in one direction instead of another.
I don’t believe in soul mates. Though rare, sometimes people do have that connection but I don’t believe we were ever “meant to be.” We just happened—an accident. We met and feelings sparked. Although a result of dumb luck and curiosity, there’s no doubt in my mind that we’re true. I fell in love—most of the time, without you.
You have no way to break me. Try from every angle—you’ll never win. Invisible, intangible, impenetrable hope is my natural shield. With passion, persistence, and love innately flowing through my blood, you cannot stop it no matter your attempts.
I believe in hope
I believe in faith
I believe in miracles
I’ll narrate this fairytale ending and I’ll create my own luck
I will prove those skeptics wrong—I’ll prove you wrong
I will tear prophecies to shreds—you’ll see
Because every time you run away, you take me with you.
I don’t believe in many things.
But there is one thing that I can be certain of: I believe in you. And I believe in me.
That’s all I would ever need to write my own destiny.