I find myself doubting destiny even more than ever before.
Sometimes i wonder if truth betold, all things make their way to you?
I have a odd sensation that tells me what I’ve already known before, we are who we become, and we become based on what we do, not on what happens to you.
So in this regard, i think that, to want to know, where to go, one must forget about destiny, as it will not guide you, and go in the direction that you feel. If by some devine concequence destiny plays her part none the less – still, in control you’ll feel. But don’t rely on destiny to take you places – you take yourself places and destiny will there to help you get there. It seems destiny is the flaws in the road I walk, fate – the shoe I walk with, yet it is my leg and will that does the walking.
Sometimes I think that I have a wonderfully thought out conception that fate and destiny will somehow change my life and affect it – though in someways this is my fool’s journey, though in other’s just the thought fuels me to walk further.