I used to believe in fate.  Or at least I know I tried to believe in fate.  Things are easier to deal with when “it’s all for the best.”





But I believe now that fate is just another way to dodge responsibility.  It’s an excuse to make the same mistakes over and over, telling yourself that it’s all part of some master plan.

Fate is a make-believe light at the end of a make-believe tunnel.. and that’s not okay.

I want to be accountable for my choices.  I want to feel completely the pain of my mistakes.

My choices and the subsequent consequences of those actions define who I am.

And even if fate is real.  Even if there exists a tunnel.  Even if there exists a light at the end of the tunnel…

I would want to carve my own path.  I would want to reach the end on my own terms.