You know that feeling you had when you were young.
The dreams you had of doing something.
The plans you promised yourself you'd achieve.
The things that you'd say aloud and believe in so blindly that it just had to come true because you are made to believe that if you really want something in life, if you put your all into it, you'll get it.
Then you start to get older.
As the days roll by, you think that perhaps some of your dreams were silly, perhaps some were not as realistic as they sounded in the moment.
But you brush this aside, akin to a dead leaf on the porch.
One day you wake up and realize that something's missing. That old feeling of blind optimism, adventure, hope and romance.
You realize that no matter how much you deny the existence of fate, it has materialized in a different form. It has taken over in the manifestation of reality.
It tells you when to eat, when to sleep. It controls everything from the way you view things to the way you feel emotionally.
You now know that life might just be made up of nothing more than the basic elements of eat, breed and die.
You now know that life is dictated by finances. Finances so powerful that it cripples the soul, shackles, ball and chain. So bounded we are that merely the intangible nature of the reality of money decides our next step in life.
Fate is just a name. One of the many.
How do you live knowing that everything has been laid out before you.
How do you console a person who has seen the futility of hope yet hopes for a miracle?
Do you say that everything happens for a reason and that you'll pull through?
Or do you argue that one should take it in their stride "C'est la Vie"?
The line between knowledge and hypocrisy is blurred because in the end, it's all probably merely a cosmic joke.
So,
what do you do now?
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