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Just Wondering

Why does the word “fate” exist? Birth, encounters, partings, Success and failure, Fortune and misfortunes of life. If our lives are already engraved into the stone by fate itself, Then why are we even born if we can’t live them by our own ways? There are those born into the wealthy families, Those born of beautiful mothers. Those unlucky ones born into the middle, Of war or poverty. If that’s all caused by fate, God is incredibly cruel and unfair. Why are people born? If people are only born to suffer the hard life, Is it meant as a punishment, Or a cynical joke? If there is really an existence worthy of being called “God,” I want to ask him just one thing. Is there really fate In this lonely universe? If a person like me were to ignore their fate, instinct and DNA, To love another person…… Dear “God,” Are they really human….? Just wondering…………………

Copyright © | Year Posted 2015




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