It’s a grim thought, that all that we do, all that we know, everything we discover, is not us! It’s just somebody else telling us what to do. the essence lays in the importance we put in free will.
I don’t know what destiny I could possibly have. I don’t believe in love, and my strong belief I used to have in true happiness is fading more each day.
It was our destiny. Or so I thought–I was only thirteen years old. What did I know about destiny? Well, I thought I knew.
We met on the top of the ski hill. I looked down, terrified. He smiled at me, saying he’d race me down. I looked at him, looked down, and decided to give it a try.
My destiny is what is going to happen to me no matter what. When people say “What if it was destiny?!” Well here’s the thing–whatever you do, no matter what, is destiny. it’s unavoidable.
Her name was Destiny, that should tell you something about her. I can’t even begin to explain the her. She was unparalled, a user, an abuser. She was the person that changed it all, for the worse or the better? I cannot say.
So i can make the sun collapse into a box the size of my fist, all your children and family, your organisms collapse into the glint in my eye, BYEBYE to your teeth, your dreams, your family. It’s just a thing i do. Sorry.
destiny… what can be said about destiny. we all have one, we all end up with one and there is nothing we can change to make it change. The words i right now just dont matter.
someday. it might be something that matters. today i am just a person, just a question. destiny is the answer left unheard. i wonder if any of this will matter someday. the moments left in the stillness…. the moments that made who i am even when i hated it.
I have this idea of who I am supposed to be and what I am supposed to do but it keeps getting interrupted by life. I get sidetracked and don’t know what to do anymore, especially when it affects my mind and I get sent to that dark, violent place I don’t wish to reside….
Destiny is the idea that everything that is going to happen has been predetermined. Interesting if you consider actions are nothing more than the responses of atoms perhaps everything is destined.
everybody has a destiny. whether it is to help others or be helped. you have full control over it and through decisions can change your destiny, but you will always have a destiny.
We all have it… we all wont get it. you have to find it true to your heart. you CAN live a false destiny and the way to do that is to do everything through the eyes of others. true destiny is a fulfillment of your inner drive, by being honest with who you are…. trust me, you’ll know when youre not.
Destiny may just be a crock of crap. I’m not really sure it just reminds me of cheesy movies like serndipity that make a living off it. And yet maybe there is some incredible thing im supposed to be doing i just t
i ave already had the word destiny. this is only my second try so if there are any other words to use then i havent found them yet. I was the guy that wrote destiny was a bitch with a katana in her mouth…
He was my destiny. Our souls had intertwined long ago and now we were one person. One being with one soul. I lived and breathed him. He was my only sustainment.
you cant choose your destiny, your destiny will choose you. Like john connor for example. He was thrust a very specific but, lets face it a bit of a cunt of a destiny. But lifes a bitch. Like if your destiny was to become renowned for funneling the shit from a royals arsehole no matter howw long you try and run from it. You’ll one day get covered in shit. Lifes a bitch, but destiny is a whole lot worse. Probably a bitch on heat with a katana in her mouth.
What is my destiny? Is it something that is presupposed by the greater scheme of things, or just pure chaos. If that means that I was destined to comes across this website and start writing this, then it was already chosen without my conscious knowing.
I used to believe in destiny. I relied on it to carry me along through life to an ultimately happy ending. Then I realized that destiny is what you make it and I think I’m too late.
The fluffy white dog wearing the red collar ran down the sidewalk, eluding it’s hapless owner. He ran under the food cart and hid, refusing to come out. Apparently, he disagreed that his destiny was to be dressed in ironic doggie sweaters.
My destiny was brought to me by the way my grandmother stood at the stove in her Kentucky kitchen. I’ve never questioned the power of food since those summer dinners in my grandmother’s house. It made me who I am.
Destiny is where I’m going, though I don’t know where it is. I am content that it may not be defined as a place or state of being yet. Yes, destiny is where I’m going.
I don’t know if it was destiny, or a quick decision which was brought on by the fact that I may never see him again. When our lips touched, he froze–and I knew it had been a mistake. Then again, maybe meeting him had been a mistake. God’s mistake. After all, he brought us together. Maybe he can be at fault.
I tell students not to put the word “destiny” in their poems. Or “soul.” At all costs avoid “soul,” especially when preceded by “heart and.” I can only tell them what NOT to put in their poems. Although it is always good to consider including the word “porkchops.” Or is that two words?
it isn’t very easy to do.
I don’t know how to find it – I don’t even really think it exists. Its just some stupid word that was made up to make people think they had to do certain things.
But whats the point? I don’t think there is one. I think just being is enough, without worrying about the future.But what do I know?
It’s a grim thought, that all that we do, all that we know, everything we discover, is not us! It’s just somebody else telling us what to do. the essence lays in the importance we put in free will.
You are my destiny. Not my density…that was from “Back To The Future”, I think. Or my Destinta…that’s a chain of movie theaters.
I don’t know what destiny I could possibly have. I don’t believe in love, and my strong belief I used to have in true happiness is fading more each day.
my friend had a big black dog named destiny. she would howl all hours through the night. she must have been very lonely. sweet dag though.
life and the purpose of its endevours. the fate of what will be will come from this
a predetermined course of events considered as something beyond human power or control… but thats just my opinion…
It was our destiny. Or so I thought–I was only thirteen years old. What did I know about destiny? Well, I thought I knew.
We met on the top of the ski hill. I looked down, terrified. He smiled at me, saying he’d race me down. I looked at him, looked down, and decided to give it a try.
That was the last I saw of my legs.
I was awake. Then i realized that my destiny is following me everywhere I go. There is no way to run from it. I cried.
I think my destiny is to complete a string of unrelated, meaningless accomplishments.
It is our destiny that we will be together soon. Though we are far right now, we are close at heart.
My destiny is what is going to happen to me no matter what. When people say “What if it was destiny?!” Well here’s the thing–whatever you do, no matter what, is destiny. it’s unavoidable.
Her name was Destiny, that should tell you something about her. I can’t even begin to explain the her. She was unparalled, a user, an abuser. She was the person that changed it all, for the worse or the better? I cannot say.
god leaves us alone to let us find our own destiny,
So i can make the sun collapse into a box the size of my fist, all your children and family, your organisms collapse into the glint in my eye, BYEBYE to your teeth, your dreams, your family. It’s just a thing i do. Sorry.
destiny… what can be said about destiny. we all have one, we all end up with one and there is nothing we can change to make it change. The words i right now just dont matter.
someday. it might be something that matters. today i am just a person, just a question. destiny is the answer left unheard. i wonder if any of this will matter someday. the moments left in the stillness…. the moments that made who i am even when i hated it.
It is my destiny to keep living with these damn glasses, damn laser eye surgery doesn’t apply to me, anybody want to trade?
I have this idea of who I am supposed to be and what I am supposed to do but it keeps getting interrupted by life. I get sidetracked and don’t know what to do anymore, especially when it affects my mind and I get sent to that dark, violent place I don’t wish to reside….
Destiny is the idea that everything that is going to happen has been predetermined. Interesting if you consider actions are nothing more than the responses of atoms perhaps everything is destined.
everybody has a destiny. whether it is to help others or be helped. you have full control over it and through decisions can change your destiny, but you will always have a destiny.
Means never forgetting who you really are. It`s exactly what makes me special.
We all have it… we all wont get it. you have to find it true to your heart. you CAN live a false destiny and the way to do that is to do everything through the eyes of others. true destiny is a fulfillment of your inner drive, by being honest with who you are…. trust me, you’ll know when youre not.
Tomorrow is my destiny.
It`s like I don`t need to think at all. I`m there, I`m full with it. It`s with me everywhere I go. It`s mine.
My destiny has not arrived yet. And that’s okay Im only 17 and I don’t need it yet. It can wait.
Destiny may just be a crock of crap. I’m not really sure it just reminds me of cheesy movies like serndipity that make a living off it. And yet maybe there is some incredible thing im supposed to be doing i just t
i ave already had the word destiny. this is only my second try so if there are any other words to use then i havent found them yet. I was the guy that wrote destiny was a bitch with a katana in her mouth…
He was my destiny. Our souls had intertwined long ago and now we were one person. One being with one soul. I lived and breathed him. He was my only sustainment.
you cant choose your destiny, your destiny will choose you. Like john connor for example. He was thrust a very specific but, lets face it a bit of a cunt of a destiny. But lifes a bitch. Like if your destiny was to become renowned for funneling the shit from a royals arsehole no matter howw long you try and run from it. You’ll one day get covered in shit. Lifes a bitch, but destiny is a whole lot worse. Probably a bitch on heat with a katana in her mouth.
What is my destiny? Is it something that is presupposed by the greater scheme of things, or just pure chaos. If that means that I was destined to comes across this website and start writing this, then it was already chosen without my conscious knowing.
I used to believe in destiny. I relied on it to carry me along through life to an ultimately happy ending. Then I realized that destiny is what you make it and I think I’m too late.
destiny i dont even know how to explain this but as i think i relaize that i have not reached my destiny i’m still wa
The fluffy white dog wearing the red collar ran down the sidewalk, eluding it’s hapless owner. He ran under the food cart and hid, refusing to come out. Apparently, he disagreed that his destiny was to be dressed in ironic doggie sweaters.
My destiny was brought to me by the way my grandmother stood at the stove in her Kentucky kitchen. I’ve never questioned the power of food since those summer dinners in my grandmother’s house. It made me who I am.
Destiny is where I’m going, though I don’t know where it is. I am content that it may not be defined as a place or state of being yet. Yes, destiny is where I’m going.
on my walk, cloudy breeze
under my bed there is no destiny
I don’t know if it was destiny, or a quick decision which was brought on by the fact that I may never see him again. When our lips touched, he froze–and I knew it had been a mistake. Then again, maybe meeting him had been a mistake. God’s mistake. After all, he brought us together. Maybe he can be at fault.
it’s yours. fulfill it.
I tell students not to put the word “destiny” in their poems. Or “soul.” At all costs avoid “soul,” especially when preceded by “heart and.” I can only tell them what NOT to put in their poems. Although it is always good to consider including the word “porkchops.” Or is that two words?
it isn’t very easy to do.
I don’t know how to find it – I don’t even really think it exists. Its just some stupid word that was made up to make people think they had to do certain things.
But whats the point? I don’t think there is one. I think just being is enough, without worrying about the future.But what do I know?