Keeping The Fate

I don’t know about you but I’m a huge believer in Fate. To me, it’s not only a force which shapes and guides our lives, but it’s also a person. The way it throws things at us when we least expect it, the means with which it shrewdly manoeuvres us through the course of our lives and its ability to make us experience a myriad emotions and spectacular views. Fate is the ‘reason’ in ‘everything happens for a reason’. It prods and pokes us gently with ‘What is meant to be is just meant to be’. For years, I’ve tried to figure out how accurate these sayings actually are, mistaking them for useless proverbs made up by a bunch of completely clueless Chinese people. But everything does really happen for the best and things which don’t usually seem right can just be a blessing in disguise. Trust me, I know. It just takes a rather long while to see it.

Sure, it’s responsible for the maximum number of natural disasters, plane crashes and train derailments for the last few centuries. It’s also guilty of several murders, untimely deaths, other countless turmoil and turbulence and damage to the mental health of many innocent people out there. It’s almost as if Fate must’ve woken up on the wrong side of the bed and been forced to find out that there’s no coffee at his house, on those days.