fate is a crazy thing.
every decision and move you make creates your path.
We like to think there is a road already made (destiny)
but what if there isn't?

what if in front of us is an abyss and each choice is a stepping stone that helps you through it.
is that why we stay in the same place? or go backwards because of the safety of the familiar stone?

every little thing you do, even reading this poem, can change your life.