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They say that before every journey, there is a choice.
But is that really true?
No one remembers standing before the gates of Heaven or Hell, waiting for their name to be called. No one remembers signing a paper, making a promise, or whispering, "I'm ready." One moment, we simply... exist.
We are born into a world that already has a plan for us.
First, we're taught how to walk.
Then we're told to study.
To dream.
To work.
To fall in love.
To get married.
To become parents.
To sacrifice.
To keep moving, even when every step feels heavier than the last.
And one day, after spending a lifetime carrying responsibilities we never asked for, we quietly leave the world the same way we entered it-without remembering how we got here in the first place.
Isn't that strange?
No one signed up for the endless expectations.
No one asked for heartbreak, betrayal, grief, loneliness, or the unbearable weight of becoming someone the world approves of.
Yet we endure.
We survive.
We smile through pain and call it living.
So tell me...
If none of us ever chose this life...
Why does it feel as though we're trapped inside a promise we don't remember making?
And what if there was someone who did remember?
Someone who willingly signed their name before taking their very first breath.
But...
What if they never wanted to sign it?
What if the world, fate, or destiny forced the pen into their hands?
What if the choice was never really theirs... yet they still had to live every consequence of that signature?
Would knowing their fate make life easier?
Or would it become the cruelest burden of all?
Perhaps destiny isn't something that finds us.
Perhaps... it's something we're forced to accept.
Perhaps some signatures aren't written by choice...
They're written by necessity.
And this-
This is the story of the one who signed up for this... even when they never wanted to.