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What is Fate? The word has so much meaning. Is fate the force or principle believed to predetermine events? Or is it something with decisive or far-reaching consequences that inevitably happens to somebody, or something?
Is fate the reason I’m writing this with tears in my eyes and a burning pain in my heart? I wish I know the answer. But I’m to last to find the path the fate has laid down before me.
That is a dream? Is a dream just random images that flash in once head as their mind rest after a long day, or are dream something more? Or can a dream show you what is in you heart and soul? Can a dream tell to what to look for to find the path fate has laid down for us? Is it because I have a dream? Is that why I’m writing this?
What is hope? Is hope good or bad? Is hoping for something help ease the pain that it may not happen? or is hoping for something the core of the pain that seem to build with ever day that goes passed with out it happening? But what if you hope come true?
Or is it cause all three seem to be trapping me, so I no long wish to listen to reason?
This morning, I sat at the grave of my best friend longing to hold him in my arm, to run my hand throw his fur, to kiss him, and to tell him that I love him one last time. I laid flowers down of him, that I picked knowing that I killed them so they can wilt upon the earth in the van hope that it will sweet the pain the cuts so deeply.
Now I wake under the star in witch I found me beloved friend. Witch I cried under when he was taken and witch I cry now, look up at them with late eyes, with no where to go, “fate bruit us together for what was post to be forever, and forever I will remember “ I say over and over look up at the stars trying to work things out in a head filed with hopes and dreams that seem that have come true.
From the day my beloved pet died, I hope to find him, I prayed to find him, I cried him name in the hope that he’d hear me and come back, I dream about finding him. Every time a little different, every time a bit the same. A grey cat, in the woods, around the house, thin and hunger, friendly and loving, but all have the kink at the end of their tail, just like my beloved pet
Fate it seems has thrown me a hard ball, witch hit me hard. So I can’t just look away like it never happened. Things are almost too prefect. The grey fur, The place, the kink in the tail. The laid-back-tamper of my new find pet. It’s like being handed back the one thing that I truly loved and that I had last. It like, I given another changes.
But then to be told, as to hold your beloved close cause he alone, is all your hopes and dreams that you cannot keep him, cause of some reason the fate has thrown in your way. Its like having everything broken apart once more like it was when you lost it the first time.
So what is one to do? Is once post to look away from their hope and dreams that seem to have come true, and to let every thing they hope and dream go and fall in to the darkness of a dreamless and hopeless life? Or is one post to listen to the heart and soul and embrace their hopes and dreams?