When somethings are supposed to be and they arrive out the ordinary, do you believe them?
If two hearts were to make one whole, would it be real?
If a lady couldn't carry any offsprings. But then once it happens it seems like a miracle?
Why is it we question everything positive to make it somewhat negative?
But then again there's always the negative side to every story.
The lady who had several miscarriages, a girl suffering from leukaemia, a boy mourning over his dad at his funeral.
A mother learning her daughters been raped, a grandmother losing their memory....
It all becomes a clear picture at the end.
Was it the journeys people have been through that make them who they are now?
Was it written on us before we were born?
Is it all an act or disbelieving?
Or is it to take us where we go next?
Do we come on this Earth with our lives already planned for us in the future or do we simply carry actions that need to be taken.
Why is it that our lives meet another's?
What is it that makes us believe in this absurdity.
We call it fate.
