Destiny is a funny thing. Do those who live their lives by it really have control. Do they miss out on opportunities because they believe that things are always ‘written in the stars’? I don’t, that’s for sure. I don’t believe in destiny. You make your own.
När jag träffade dig på födelsedagskalaset den kvällen så kändes det som att du var den jag alltid letat efter. Och för en gångs skull kände jag mig otroligt lyckligt lottad. Jag älskar dig och är så glad för att du finns i mitt liv. Jag tackar ödet för detta.
Her destiny was set, she just had to embark on her journey. She wasn’t sure how she would reach her destination, but she knew how the outcome would be. Opening the door, she set out to meet her fate.
Destiny can drive the sane to insanity and the insane to sanity. Destiny is the coming and going of our lives and meanings we cling to so desperately. Destiny is our Lives.
I think Destiny does exist, but not to the magnitude people think it does. Yes, some things are bound to happen, but I think Destiny is more like a set of guidelines than something that’s bound to happen. We can alter it ourselves if we try hard enough.
it’s pretty strange that carrots are supposed to help wth your night vision, don’t you think? I mean . . . where did that come from? A vegetable root that spends its entire life underground without seeing a hint of light helps your eyesight . . . that’s the ultimate destiny.
What is my destiny? I feel like, these days, I’m living for my unborn children. Ivy and Owen. Owen and Ivy. I love them so much, and they’re not even alive. They’re my destiny.
Is it manifest? In the stars? Unforseeable? In your hands? In the hands of the world? Does it exist? Destiny is everything and nothing, the past present and future. The end result, and just the beginning.
Destiny isn’t something I believe in. I’m a true believer in science. There are too many external possibilities for there to be a set out path for all living things. The universe is far too infinite.
The destiny of the children was to see the sky light up and fly in it with the briefness and beauty of the birds below. It is amazing what can be achieved with the simplest ideas and thoughts. Those children will fly high and get far. They wont stop. They wont be detoured. They will continue on forever.
Destiny is a very funny thing. It flutters around in the breeze, careless and happy. destiny is full of adventure and is reckless. why shouldn’t she be? after all it’s your life, not her’s.
is bullshit. no on e can tell me that all the things happening were foretold millions of years ago. it’s just too insane for it to be true. i believe we create our own destiny.
There once was a man who thought that the path before him was unalterable. The morning of the June 15th this man woke up to a calamity. His house was set on fire. This was never part of the plan. He abandoned his previous thoughts on life and forged a new one from the ashes.
I guess it wasn’t destiney for me to be with you.
no matter how much I want it to be.
i always dreamed of the day I would be held in your arms,
But, We’ll never be together truthfully.
But I want you so bad!
Isn’t that enough?
I want to be with you forever!
Even if I have to go up against destiney, fate, and true love.
I can’t watch you be you hugged by some else’s arms.
I WON’T let you be kissed by someone else’s lips.
I can’t bare to hear you comforted by someone els’s words.
I could barley satnd those few gray clouds, let alone an eclipse!
So please don’t go!
I know that I lied!
Even if it’s wrong,
isn’t it enough that I tried?
I’ve already lied, and I can do so much more.
I’ll do whatever I can to get what I want.
It doesn’t matter how tough the trail.
I’ll still win. Even if I have to go against destiny fate, and true love.
when you are five, you believe everything has it’s own course. there’s one ultimate goal, and the ending result is happiness. you know you’ll get your own pony, a house with a white picket fence, and your very own prince charming. you are five, and you know all will be well in the end, because your mother tells you so every night as she reads to you from a book etched in gold. she tells you it’s your future, and you believe her. you are five, and you firmly believe in destiny; there’s no reason not to.
when you are twelve, you realize you don’t always get what you want. the teacher hands you back a paper marked heavily in red. there’s a haphazard sad smiley face in the corner, and circled thickly is the number “57”. you get your first slap on the wrist, and your parents tell you never again. as a punishment, your best friend can’t come over for the weekend, and you lose your television privileges. “it’s for the best,” they say, “this will teach you to do better next time: try harder.” you are twelve, and somewhere along the line you notice not everything turns out in your favor; your goldfish dies that sunday.
when you are nineteen, you experience your first heartbreak. it’s worse than when you broke your wrist, tumbling to the ground off a bicycle when you were a child. instead of your palms aching, it’s your chest, and for once in your life, no one can relieve the pressure. it’s the end of the world, you think. you walk the pavement and only make it to your courses because it’s habit; going to and from is a blur, and your notebooks remain empty. you are nineteen, and you can’t remember what it’s like to be on your own.
when you are twenty-five, you think you’re a hot shot. you ride the elevator up to the thirty-seventh floor every morning and descend every evening. there’s a platinum door with a golden plaque and your name is etched in black ink. you dress in high quality suits, you live in a hotel suite, and people know your name. when you walk into a room, all eyes are on you because you’re climbing the ladder faster than anyone thought possible. you are twenty-five and you don’t need anyone; you fire two people in the afternoon and have a payvraise by five o’clock that evening.
when you are thirty-two, you get pregnant. your child is born in the autumn, and he is beautiful. you designed his nursery, you picked out brand new clothing, and you assuredly made sure he has only the best. you will accept nothing less for your son, as he is your world. your boy will shake mountains, and your boy will build bridges. you are thirty-two, and you are content.
when you are thirty-eight, you build a wall. your boy is six and he is inquisitive and he is adventurous. he is everything you once were and more. you realize, at this point, there are things you do not want him to go through. there are paths he does not need to cross; there are roads he does not need to take. you begin building a wall, and you block out the pain your son doesn’t need to experience. you read from a book etched in gold and you tell your son of the earth and it’s wonders. you are thirty-eight, you tell your son of his limitless future; your son has a destiny.
destiny. I think everyone has a destiny i dont really know what mine is yet but i think that is kinda the point that no one really knows until you get there. and then you realize you were born to do this. I can’t wait
sitting in my seat, watching television, seeing other people’s destiny cook up in a kitchen. Overcook, undercook, overseasoned, burnt or crispy. They cook and cook and cook, and when they actually discovered what destiny tastes like….it was intuition that guided them with the spices.
what is meant to happen. its something that you have no control over and thats what destiny is. you have to expect that there are some things that are just meant to happen. ya know?
does destiny exist? if you get distracted for a second and bump into someone, and they turn out to be your life partner – what if you had sidestepped in time? what if you didn’t even walk that way? would things still be the same? would your life carry out the exact same path in the end?
“Accept the things to which Destiny binds you, and love the people with whom destiny brings you together, but do so with all of your heart.” – Marcus Aurelius
When I get down on myself, when I feel like I am not doing enough, I look back on this quote and it comforts me, because I know that is all that I can do.
she was working for the man who didn’t believe in destiny or choice but work and life. destiny plays out like a book you read random events from on whichever page you decide on you only have one minute for life to unfold it’s not always your choice but another’s you just have to wait, see and die that’s all there is to destiny that’s all there is to what happens to little bitty you unless you get lucky and you’re good but you still die right right snip snip what happens when you cease to exist has the minute turned are you evolving
this is our destiny, we have to chose how we end it, but more importantly how we start it. there is no right or wrong answer, only what you belive. destiny begins at the end and ends at the beginning. theres no stopping it. only molding it.
Dein Weg, deine Gedanken! Es ist dein Schicksal und nur du entscheidest was du daraus machst.
Destiny is a funny thing. Do those who live their lives by it really have control. Do they miss out on opportunities because they believe that things are always ‘written in the stars’? I don’t, that’s for sure. I don’t believe in destiny. You make your own.
“This is no freaking fairy tale.” I said, shrugging my shoulders as I continue to walk down the street. “It isn’t your destiny to save me, Nate.”
“But what if it is?”
Destiny is overrated.
När jag träffade dig på födelsedagskalaset den kvällen så kändes det som att du var den jag alltid letat efter. Och för en gångs skull kände jag mig otroligt lyckligt lottad. Jag älskar dig och är så glad för att du finns i mitt liv. Jag tackar ödet för detta.
Her destiny was set, she just had to embark on her journey. She wasn’t sure how she would reach her destination, but she knew how the outcome would be. Opening the door, she set out to meet her fate.
A persons life is said to be on a set path by destiny and fate. destiny being reward and fate being the means to put you on the path to destiny.
Oh god, this word is unbearably cheesy. All I can think of is a half-assed Kingdom Hearts reference and even that’s disappointing. :/
Destiny can drive the sane to insanity and the insane to sanity. Destiny is the coming and going of our lives and meanings we cling to so desperately. Destiny is our Lives.
its something you live for.. it’s chosen for you, you do not choose it yourself… we all have our own destiny… it’s forever..
I think Destiny does exist, but not to the magnitude people think it does. Yes, some things are bound to happen, but I think Destiny is more like a set of guidelines than something that’s bound to happen. We can alter it ourselves if we try hard enough.
it’s pretty strange that carrots are supposed to help wth your night vision, don’t you think? I mean . . . where did that come from? A vegetable root that spends its entire life underground without seeing a hint of light helps your eyesight . . . that’s the ultimate destiny.
What is my destiny? I feel like, these days, I’m living for my unborn children. Ivy and Owen. Owen and Ivy. I love them so much, and they’re not even alive. They’re my destiny.
it is good and we forced to it
i believe it
Is it manifest? In the stars? Unforseeable? In your hands? In the hands of the world? Does it exist? Destiny is everything and nothing, the past present and future. The end result, and just the beginning.
Destiny isn’t something I believe in. I’m a true believer in science. There are too many external possibilities for there to be a set out path for all living things. The universe is far too infinite.
The destiny of the children was to see the sky light up and fly in it with the briefness and beauty of the birds below. It is amazing what can be achieved with the simplest ideas and thoughts. Those children will fly high and get far. They wont stop. They wont be detoured. They will continue on forever.
destiny is for those too weak to take control of their own lives.
Destiny is a very funny thing. It flutters around in the breeze, careless and happy. destiny is full of adventure and is reckless. why shouldn’t she be? after all it’s your life, not her’s.
is bullshit. no on e can tell me that all the things happening were foretold millions of years ago. it’s just too insane for it to be true. i believe we create our own destiny.
it wasn’t destiny or fate that saved the day it was new Pepsi with Lime..yum
There once was a man who thought that the path before him was unalterable. The morning of the June 15th this man woke up to a calamity. His house was set on fire. This was never part of the plan. He abandoned his previous thoughts on life and forged a new one from the ashes.
I guess it wasn’t destiney for me to be with you.
no matter how much I want it to be.
i always dreamed of the day I would be held in your arms,
But, We’ll never be together truthfully.
But I want you so bad!
Isn’t that enough?
I want to be with you forever!
Even if I have to go up against destiney, fate, and true love.
I can’t watch you be you hugged by some else’s arms.
I WON’T let you be kissed by someone else’s lips.
I can’t bare to hear you comforted by someone els’s words.
I could barley satnd those few gray clouds, let alone an eclipse!
So please don’t go!
I know that I lied!
Even if it’s wrong,
isn’t it enough that I tried?
I’ve already lied, and I can do so much more.
I’ll do whatever I can to get what I want.
It doesn’t matter how tough the trail.
I’ll still win. Even if I have to go against destiny fate, and true love.
love
hapiness
marriage
comfort
jesus
ministry
couple
blessing
Destiny. It doesn’t exist. Not everything is already set in stone.
You can change what happens.
You can change how something happens.
FREE WILL? yes.
when you are five, you believe everything has it’s own course. there’s one ultimate goal, and the ending result is happiness. you know you’ll get your own pony, a house with a white picket fence, and your very own prince charming. you are five, and you know all will be well in the end, because your mother tells you so every night as she reads to you from a book etched in gold. she tells you it’s your future, and you believe her. you are five, and you firmly believe in destiny; there’s no reason not to.
when you are twelve, you realize you don’t always get what you want. the teacher hands you back a paper marked heavily in red. there’s a haphazard sad smiley face in the corner, and circled thickly is the number “57”. you get your first slap on the wrist, and your parents tell you never again. as a punishment, your best friend can’t come over for the weekend, and you lose your television privileges. “it’s for the best,” they say, “this will teach you to do better next time: try harder.” you are twelve, and somewhere along the line you notice not everything turns out in your favor; your goldfish dies that sunday.
when you are nineteen, you experience your first heartbreak. it’s worse than when you broke your wrist, tumbling to the ground off a bicycle when you were a child. instead of your palms aching, it’s your chest, and for once in your life, no one can relieve the pressure. it’s the end of the world, you think. you walk the pavement and only make it to your courses because it’s habit; going to and from is a blur, and your notebooks remain empty. you are nineteen, and you can’t remember what it’s like to be on your own.
when you are twenty-five, you think you’re a hot shot. you ride the elevator up to the thirty-seventh floor every morning and descend every evening. there’s a platinum door with a golden plaque and your name is etched in black ink. you dress in high quality suits, you live in a hotel suite, and people know your name. when you walk into a room, all eyes are on you because you’re climbing the ladder faster than anyone thought possible. you are twenty-five and you don’t need anyone; you fire two people in the afternoon and have a payvraise by five o’clock that evening.
when you are thirty-two, you get pregnant. your child is born in the autumn, and he is beautiful. you designed his nursery, you picked out brand new clothing, and you assuredly made sure he has only the best. you will accept nothing less for your son, as he is your world. your boy will shake mountains, and your boy will build bridges. you are thirty-two, and you are content.
when you are thirty-eight, you build a wall. your boy is six and he is inquisitive and he is adventurous. he is everything you once were and more. you realize, at this point, there are things you do not want him to go through. there are paths he does not need to cross; there are roads he does not need to take. you begin building a wall, and you block out the pain your son doesn’t need to experience. you read from a book etched in gold and you tell your son of the earth and it’s wonders. you are thirty-eight, you tell your son of his limitless future; your son has a destiny.
destiny. I think everyone has a destiny i dont really know what mine is yet but i think that is kinda the point that no one really knows until you get there. and then you realize you were born to do this. I can’t wait
sitting in my seat, watching television, seeing other people’s destiny cook up in a kitchen. Overcook, undercook, overseasoned, burnt or crispy. They cook and cook and cook, and when they actually discovered what destiny tastes like….it was intuition that guided them with the spices.
it will bring us together. keep us together. it will be certain. all will be certain. destined. done.
Sometimes I think about my destiny. And then I realize there’s nothing I can do to control it.
what is meant to happen. its something that you have no control over and thats what destiny is. you have to expect that there are some things that are just meant to happen. ya know?
does destiny exist? if you get distracted for a second and bump into someone, and they turn out to be your life partner – what if you had sidestepped in time? what if you didn’t even walk that way? would things still be the same? would your life carry out the exact same path in the end?
“Accept the things to which Destiny binds you, and love the people with whom destiny brings you together, but do so with all of your heart.” – Marcus Aurelius
When I get down on myself, when I feel like I am not doing enough, I look back on this quote and it comforts me, because I know that is all that I can do.
The city council decided his destiny must be removed.
He was sent a notice, but threw it away by accident.
Destiny is everything.
Destiny. We all have one. But what is our destiny, collectively? Productivity? Or to quickly, slyly go out shyly? Who knows? Destiny.
she was working for the man who didn’t believe in destiny or choice but work and life. destiny plays out like a book you read random events from on whichever page you decide on you only have one minute for life to unfold it’s not always your choice but another’s you just have to wait, see and die that’s all there is to destiny that’s all there is to what happens to little bitty you unless you get lucky and you’re good but you still die right right snip snip what happens when you cease to exist has the minute turned are you evolving
this is our destiny, we have to chose how we end it, but more importantly how we start it. there is no right or wrong answer, only what you belive. destiny begins at the end and ends at the beginning. theres no stopping it. only molding it.
destiny is like fate. and fate is one letter away from fake. i think neo said it best: “i like to believe that i am in control of my own life”
Drifting, hope, love, care.