Fate

Do you believe it?

Though not a superstitious person myself, I am convinced that fate is evolving around me in 21 years of my pathetically satisfied life. I question myself all the time. Why did it happen the way it happened? Why is it that the All Mighty above, literally speaking, always seems to push me to a certain direction even when I resent it?

From the beginning, nothing works. Whatever plan just turn to plain shit during the implementation stage. On the other party, however, it is like a natural waterfall. Nothing can ever stop it. It just keep repeating again and again till I can’t fight it anymore. And in the end, even when it is all over, memories of him do not wanna stay. It feels like there is an extraordinary hand being there, and steal the memory of him every time I least notice. When I thought, that it is fated that none of his memories will remain, fate makes a funny turn again.

I move on, I really do. Though I generate masses of new ones with the significant one in my current life, the old one still need to be there don’t it? What is life without memories of the past? So why can’t you, dear invisible friend that I call fate, leave some memory of him that I can keep and quit playing in my highly delicate brain which is more useful if I utilise it in my studies.