I only see flames, they tell me they exist, I do not feel any heat coming from them, but they insist on making themselves feel.

Existences that **** each other, with those feelings that I have discarded.

I let them be. While I am.

Destiny is the phrase that pessimists share.

Destiny is subjective, my mind has an end, a goal, a goal that I will achieve through a series of events that I will choose, not some ropes that will manipulate what I have to see at the end of the tunnel.

Destiny, it is for those flames that still want to emit their heat, they want the others to feel it as the one that burns the most. Those who want to be a great fire, without looking at their origins, the little spark they were and don't remember that "destiny" did not take them there, but the very creative force of the road.

And if there is to be such a thing as a destiny, we reach it every second, not because it should have been, but because of the step we took one second ago.