Honestly… I’m not sure. I like the concept of fate—the idea that there’s a fated soulmate out there, a “one true path” we’re meant to walk. It’s romantic, comforting, even magical. But what if that path is awful? Shouldn’t we have the right to change it?

Think about it: all the hard work we put into our careers, our studies, our livelihoods to better ourselves. If fate had already determined the outcome, can you truly claim it as your own doing? Or was it just fate deciding for you?

When I think about people who get sick or develop incurable diseases, I wonder: is that truly fate? Was I fated to have epilepsy? Some have told me that God gave me epilepsy as a cross to bear, a crutch meant to shape me. I respect their beliefs, but I don’t know if that’s the kind of “fate” I want to accept.

If fate decides everything, then where does that leave choice? If fate is supposed to be unchangeable, I don’t want it deciding for me. I want to decide for myself. I want to know that I am the one making the decisions, the one who is truly bettering myself—because that is what I want, not because some invisible path has already chosen it for me.

Maybe destiny isn’t something written in stone. Maybe it’s something we carve out ourselves, step by step, choice by choice. And maybe, that’s the only fate worth believing in.