PRISONER
Destiny.
For me, it’s a beautiful word. It’s mysterious and very unexpected. I always have this notion that if it’s meant to be then, it will be. I always believe that we are meant for something. We are all destine for “someone”.
This word excites me and tickles my imagination. It helps me to believe and makes my mind and heart wonder.
But, we have that lecture session and a phrase caught my attention. Non-verbatim. “Sometimes we became prisoner of destiny”.
For me, it makes sense. I believe too much with this idea and just let destiny to do the work. Believing on it isn’t bad. The thing is, I also need to do my part. I must make my existence be worthwhile. It’s not about simply having essence.
Existentialism, open and touches a part of me.
This life is not about simply relying on destiny but it is also about challenging it. I’m not made up of destiny alone. Because experiences and choices shape me to be the person who I am and i’m dynamic.
It’s about time to free my self and be the author of my own. The plot twist will depend on me.
Because i am not destine to believe in destiny solely.