Love and Let Go ↔ Yang Jungwon

Epilogue

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Do we make our fate? Or do we follow it?

Do we chase it? Or does it chase us?

These are the kinds of questions we have yet to answer.

However, I choose to believe that it is a mixture of both. Some things are truly unexplainable coincidences.

There are many paths fate can take. But which path is ours to take?

One decision, choice, or action can change it all, to ruin or heaven. They define us and our destiny. Who we are as a person. What we decide to do shapes our future.

Like what if I had confessed earlier? What if I had found out earlier? Then would we be happier? What if Giselle had found out about her sickness ahead of time? What if she told me? Could she have been standing right next to me right now?

Alas, wondering will do no good. What has been done, has been done. It cannot be changed, and perhaps that's the saddest fate of all: regret.

Luck. Fortune. Karma. These finicky factors could play a major role in the course of fate. Some are more favored by the universe and some are not.

I am neither favored nor being opposed. I have lost great people in my life, but I was granted the chance to meet them, and I will cherish those moments because they mean everything to me. But just because they're gone doesn't mean that they have not made a mark in my heart. They will always be in my heart even though they may not be here with me.

Perhaps my biggest regret was not being able to tell them how much I appreciated them. I should've made the best of my time with them. I was naive and gullible to think that I had all the time in the world, but 'nothing gold can stay'.

There is no 'eternity' in our universe. Maybe in heaven. But eventually, everything will have an inevitable end. Even the sun will eventually run out of fuel and die, scorching life on Earth.

So why? Why do we keep clinging on to life even though we know it will come to an end?

As told to me, death is natural. We do not simply live ignorantly. We see death's shadow all around, claiming the ones around us. There are an infinite amount of ways to die, but that does not dampen or dim our life. We do not mope, for there will be an end. We aspire to make the best of our lives. To make our life meaningful. To give us a purpose. So that our lives will not be a waste.

Death is what makes life precious. If we were made immortal and evade death, there would be no point. Us humans would eventually get lazy and impassive. For why work when your life does not depend on it?

With no death, no end, our lives become meaningless. And that doesn't suit human nature. Are we truly human if there is no purpose? No end? It erases the whole meaning of what it means to be human.

Life is a fragile gift. It could be flipped upside down, inside out in a moment. A newborn could easily come to the world as a soul leaves it.

Take a chance in life. There are only so many opportunities in life.

So what? So what if you fail to rise the first time? Our mistakes are what makes us stronger. Perfection is a curse, we will truly never grow and learn if we are 'perfect'. The only regret is to not take risks. New opportunities may only come once in a lifetime.

To be human means to make mistakes, but to rise higher after learning your mistakes. It means to love. To make the best of our lives, even though there is a shadow hovering over you.