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Is your life destiny!

I am a bone in the throat of all as long as alive
Tell me will remain forever, no one asking
As the middle finger, forever lifted up
From all adversity in the balance, but against all
But against all

- God works in mysterious ways, and the maps they are not invented. You know, go and go. If you go, so it should be.

All going somewhere, but where - nobody knows.
- We prescribed path, daughter. Who thinks, chooses, himself confused.

I don't believe in fate. I always thought it was nothing more than a coincidence... But if the meeting of a simple accident becomes inevitable... and it's called destiny, I'm not against the believe it.

One way - the milky way,
Other tram ring.

Sorry, happy future - just grin
Last audacity on the present.
And die in the end - who eagerly sought,
The one who waited - stupidly acquire.

Because he decided:
How would not lie,
Not to go through life in someone else's
Procrustean sled.

It's just fate, or rather - two destinies.

We women used to pay off the pain. for the formation of the girl, woman, mother... And if you agree with this price, then consider it a worthy product.

if it can't get worse, so we can safely hope for the best

We have no influence on the twists and turns of our lives. Everything is already predetermined, written somewhere up there, among the stars. Maybe that's why in town where are the stars love is born by chance? And even if every man in our lives, every kiss, every broken heart is already predetermined, it is possible to step aside and to go with your milky way? And I wondered: is it possible to make a mistake and miss your fate?

Destiny is a fiction and a superstition. God has too many important things in mind to dedicate the fate of everyone in this multi-billion dollar human anthill. And there is no destiny that condemns to death an eight year old.

But so it is - sometimes I look at someone and know what his soul is dead. Young or old - anyway, he's dead. And at other times look at a person and see that he, despite his sixty or seventy or twenty, or even less. His soul is alive.