The threads of fate are disorganised and free,
no confines of expectations to hold them,
each living person a loom, weaving possibilities,
intertwining chances,
unpredictability,
and tragedy...
Not a single plan conforms to the threads of fate, and one day, what nobody will see coming, is a marvelous tapestry of fortune.
Nobody can predict the future, but this doesn't mean bad things are set in stone.