A new transition.

Well, we have come this far.

We started as single-celled beings too small to even care or measure up to the life we have built for ourselves now.
We could have stayed like that, and none of this would exist, but we didn't you see. Competition made a huge differnce. And here we stand now, with all our possessions, fantasies and problems.

Some of us say it was all meant to be this way. That everything has been scripted out, pre-determined so that every single move, every tiny change is preset, and has already been asigned a consequence.

Maybe those people like to think that because they are afraid of the future.
They desperately want to find a reason for a few random explosions and reactions that ended up triggering the colossal empire of matter that belongs to us.
The matter becomes so obsessive, that in fact those people completely eliminate the idea of future, and replace it with the concept of destiny.

Yes, it is obvious that you don't feel so insecure when you've thrusted everything that awaits into your God Almighty's hands.
It's much easier isn't it?
You can blame everything you want on the untouchable idea of God.
You can simply cast away the idea of taking chances, because your destiny is oh so conveniently waiting for you at the end of the line.
It's just so much easier isn't it? You fucking hypocrit.

The paths that have made us the fascinating (albeit monstrous) creatures that we are were not predefined. We weren't given a guidebook. Humans went with what they thought best, and have somehow survived.
Tribe became village, village became town, town became city, city became metropolis. And it's only when you look back at it that you realise that nothing has changed inside the world we live in.

It's us that have changed.
We've changed. We've stained our home with the marks of our presence, but that doesn't change the world. That's just changed what we've made of it.

We live, we die, and the wheels on the bus go round and round.
That is the unquestionable, unoverthrowable, truth about the mass of human life.

Now let's zoom in.

An individual, one solemn soul can not have the same view of everything that is chained to the ever-advancing progression of his existence. He is only given a small glance, and that glance gives you chances, choices, opportunities. The way you handle all of that makes you who you are, not your "destiny".

Me, you, other people...even though we're friends, brothers, sisters, lovers, we are all alone. Separate. Unretrofied. We have all fallen into some category: the lucky ones or the not so lucky ones (like I talked about last time).

We're all witnesses of some kind of advancement enclosed inside the great abyss of time.
The elements of change hit us one after the other.
As we get older, we get to know more and more. We're hit by high points, and unbearably low ones. We all progress in time, adding on new elements every day, but we all forcibly keep in touch with the euphoria and ecstasy of childhood.

We react differently as the rules of life slowly uncover. Some fall into drugs, prostitution...others learn, and raise themselves higher.

With that revelation of the truth comes an inexorable disappointment and a desperate need to collapse back into a better past. Commonly known as nostalgia.

As you age, days seemingly get shorter and more meaningless. As you start to see days that are identical to others, whereas when you were very young, every day was a new adventure.

I am shaken by time passing, spitting more and more truth at me. I'm also enjoying the little things in life more now, since the big things can only promise a bunch of shit.

I can not see people change, because I am changing. I'm moving way too fast in the shaky and indecisive period that is adolescence.

But all in all, we are just thousands of thriving minor characters that probably won't affect the grinding path of time. Time, our one true master.

We are all walking down our own private, invisible paths that we've drawn ourselves up to now, and that we will draw until the end, in surfeit or need.
That's life.
That's our time under the spotlight.
That's our existence.
That's it, and there's nothing else.

There is no such thing as destiny.