The End of the Beginning

Destiny is a strange thing.

You can’t see it. You can’t hear it. You can’t smell it. And, you definitely can’t touch it.

Yet, everyone is tied by it to this string of fate, as it intertwines our reality together, to form what is now known as our life.

I’ve always hated this saying.

Because then, it’d mean that I can only accept things as they are.

I could only accept good things when they choose to happen on me, with their warmth.

I could only accept sad things when they collapse on me, with their weights.

I don’t like this.

I’m a selfish person.

I want to create my own happy, sad memories. I want to be able to cherish them, and laugh, or cry to my heart’s content.

I don’t want regrets.

I want to do things in one-shot.

No turn back.

No… second chances.