I don't believe in fate,
I believe in chance.
I rest my life in probability,
in the ratio between what could have happened,
and what did.
My mind centers itself around “what if's”
and “if only's”
Situations that may have been
if one thing had been changed.
And while you might pride your good luck,
or praise God that you were not fated to be somewhere,
in a certain place,
at a certain time,
I thank history.
I praise my past,
the events that have lined up,
perfectly,
it the one pattern,
the one ,
certain arrangement,
that produces a happy ending.
Or,
at least a happier ending,
one in which all of my self,
remains intact.
But,
I suppose that's just the chance I take.