destiny [Theme] Page 4

I don't know what's really going on in heaven, if there's a giant staircase in heaven or a movie theater where you can see everything you've influenced in a sort of "Crash"-type adventure movie. But I know for sure that this is how our stories are arranged: the prints that we leave on the palms of others have the ability to pass from hand to hand. The smallest of our actions, which we forget, can help someone survive and endure. I have ceased to doubt such an impact, because faith in it - faith in miracles in the mud of everyday life - gives you a sense of purpose.

I never published it. Maybe one day I will. It's good to know that there is a bulletin board that holds all hope, and that all the places we go and the people we stare at and the letters we leave for others to find are not in vain.

No matter how you look at it, it was a blinding train wreck, a collision between two people who didn't know how to give up on each other once and for all. I thought (and almost every cell in my brain was at attention, waiting) that he would leave her. So I opened the doors for him that I swore never to open. I laid out my complexes on the table, like playing cards. I pretended that I was the only one. But - no, I never planned to be that other girl.

Fate is just a name for the totality of all my decisions, not something that someone decides for me.

Give back my sign and maybe I'll show you your destiny!

“Even so, even if you are alone in your boat, it is always calmer to see the lights of other boats rocking nearby.

- When Ned Kelly was put on a noose around his neck, his last words were:

Fate cannot be prevented, you can only harm yourself.

Do not tempt the ancient gods with prayer: they can answer.

Sometimes people who have met for a moment by chance become much closer and dearer than those with whom many years have passed side by side.

Randomness is the most verified of patterns.

The universe does not make meaningless moves. The world has its own plans for each of us.

You can't shape it with rebellion.

Is the world that I imagined so fragile...