fate

First, you need to realize everything you thought you knew about yourself, about me, is a lie.

Each of us is born to follow a star, be it bright and shining or dark and fated. Sometimes the path of these stars will cross, bringing love or hatred. However, if you look up at the skies on a clear night, out of all the countless lights that twinkle and shine, there will come one. That star will be seen in a blaze, burning a path of light across the roof of the earth, a great comet.

A bracing wind swirls about the boy and alights gently upon his shoulder to gape frightfully at droplets of fate joined infirmly to a sweep of atmospheric and lunar forces far beyond their capabilities to resist. He takes a long, deep breath of air__leansed through its migration__nd he closes his eyes.Scattered waves roll back in to the sea.

Your destiny has not been decided by others, but by you. Fate determines our choices; but our choices determine fate. You will carry it out because you choose to.

All live and die believing that they have known love, thinking it is a common thing, because they confuse it with animal satisfaction; but love is a privilege, love is a lottery of fate, like wealth, like beauty, which only a small minority enjoy....

It__ destiny; the stars have aligned perfectly to bring us together as friends. You cannot argue with what__ meant to be, once the stars have spoken, it is absolute,_ he uttered, all smug and knowing. Shocked that he used the word destiny, I cocked my head and shot him a look__or the first time actually seeing Parker. He was pretty_too pretty to be a guy; streaky blond hair__s if each streak had been strategically placed__ark eyes, pale skin, and a charming smile that dimpled in one cheek. __estiny has already found me, with a clearly marked path for my future,_ I retorted. __hen you are doubly fortunate, to have it find you twice._ Parker smiled again, his eyes eerily piercing into mine.

The fate of man does not chase him as much as he chases his fate.

A feeling struck me one fine day that people call __ove_,Before that my life was empty, all I had was loneliness and sorrow_I loved the way it felt being with him, for I felt up above,Now everything was complete and nothing remained hollow_That person who cupid made me fall for, was a God descended from heavens,I loved him with all I had, a true heart and a pure soul_I thought I achieved the meaning of life, never did I felt so glad,But when he left me amidst a chaos, I had no one with me to console_I cried, it hurt, I wept and screamed, everyone called me __ad_,And still I wonder if in my life, that actually was his role_But a string still binds me to my past of untold vow,Some unsaid promises that linger between us even now,Although I don__ know where he went after that fateful day_I still try to convince myself every day, I know how,Each moment has been tough, each day a new challenge_Each hour passed as if it was my heart that always allowed,One more day to live without him, one more day to cherish_One more day to spend without the love of my life somehow,But he doesn__ know that one day, the girl herself would perish_Who loved him and lived each day of her life in his wait,For the man who never returned, for the man who wasn__ in her fate_

Sometimes it is best for men not to attempt to interfere with destiny. Our prayers can be answered in ways which we do not expect and do not welcome.

Synchronicity is the soul's reminder of authorship.

My dreams may be nonsense too,but I do not want to run the risk of not following them

So I resort back to such ideology: we all have a calling. We all have an ultimate purpose. On that is laid before us by destiny or one that is positioned in the crosshairs of our long-term goals.

Katrina held Bram in her arms, speaking softly, reassuringly, as they approached baby Modoc.This was an important moment, a beginning, for she knew the boy would spend his life with animals, especially elephants, and the meeting was of utmost importance. Neither the elephant nor the baby said a word. All was quiet as they looked at each other. Mo__ small trunk wormed its way up, reaching to the baby. As Bram leaned over, his little hand pulled loose from Katrina__ grasp found its way down toward the trunk. A finger extended to meet the tip of the trunk. Bram__ expression was one of curiosity; he felt the wet tip, Modoc moved her __inger_ all around Bram__ hand, sliding it across each finger and the palm. A big tickle grin spread across Bram__ face, Modoc did her elephant __hirp,_ a tear glistened as it ran down Katrina__ face. All was well. The future had been written.

Nothing is determined by fate. We create our own fate.

My destiny plays with me in such a wayI feel I play with my destiny.

There are no accidents in this world, that no living being is seduced into an entanglement that he did not invite with his innermost desires. Would you agree with my estimation?

With every sunrise, we get to choose ... who we are, what we believe, and how we will live the life the gods have given us. We can__ always choose our circumstances. No. The Fates do that. But we can always choose who we will be and how we will be within them.

Loving you is no more a beautiful memory, but now just a pain,I cry and weep every time I walk down the memory lane,Your love always completed me in every sense as a whole,But now it__ just emptiness and sorrow in my heart that drains,Of all the people in the world, you choose me to be hurt,Of all the hearts in the world, you choose mine to break_Why did you leave me I ask myself every morning and dawn?Why my love was incomplete tell me why you were gone?A silence surrounds my heart and fills it again with despair,Oh this pain is just too much, and the damage beyond repair,Please come back baby, just come back and bring that old smile,Or just come to see me every once in a while,So my heart no more bleeds, and no more my soul aches,So I can be peaceful after my death, in my ashes and burnt flakes_