Everything is fate.
But, what counts as life?
To be born in a thatched cottage is destiny, to take one's life with hatred and anger is foolishness;
Dilemma is destiny, heroic sacrifice is courage;
It is fate to be precarious; it is short-sighted to be confused;
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After all, life is the beginning, not the end. Everything is destined, but we still have to hesitate to choose a path to go.
Everything is fate, and thousands of stories of desperate efforts are engraved in the cracks of the world. Life gives us half bleakness and half wisdom to wake up and fight.
My hesitation all stems from "I have you in my life."
It is destined to exist, but why am I so afraid of losing it?
Intention: When hope and despair will meet again, desire and inferiority are still facing each other.