Are all our lives predetermined by a higher being years before we exist?
Are our choices an illusion, with our futures written in the stars beyond our control?
Or do we exist as beings with full control of our destiny?
Free to choose, to live, to change.
Free to exist.
Or is it a mix of both?
Some of the future is set in stone, controlled by the beings of the stars.
While other events are dependent on us?
Regardless of fate, of whether what's in the stars can be rewritten, we can choose one thing.
We can choose the feelings we have, and how we use them.
So choose wisely.
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Oh, To Live
PoetryShort stories, prose and poetry to encapsulate the parts of life I find myself stuck in. *Some content may feature descriptions of sensitive topics, such as anxiety or depression. Warnings will be present throughout regarding this content.
