It is because the human spirit knows, deep down, that all lives intersect. That death doesn’t just take someone, it misses someone else, and in the small distance between being taken and being missed, lives are changed
Had he known his death was imminent, he might have gone somewhere else. Instead, he did what we all do. He went about his dull routine as if all the days in the world were still to come
You can either become hardened by all that happens to you or softened. Choose the second. Every time.
I am beginning to suspect that nothing that happens is fortuitous, that it all corresponds to a fate laid down before my birth...
some people are meant to stay while others are meant to leave. And there’s really no difference between the two, except the way you change after you realize you have nothing else left to give
“Fate is like a strange, unpopular restaurant, filled with odd waiters who bring you things you never asked for and don’t always like.”
Meeting you was a fate, becoming your friend was a choice but falling in love with you was beyond my control.
and speak in different tongues, and have no thought
Each of the other’s being, and no heed;
And these o’er unknown seas to unknown lands
Shall cross, escaping wreck, defying death,
And all unconsciously shape every act
And bend each wandering step to this one end,—
That, one day, out of darkness, they shall meet
And read life’s meaning in each other’s eyes.
try to cooperate
learn to negotiate
deny your fate
keep in a happy state
be early not late
keep track of the date
be paicent and wait
early not late
and you'll get through life great.