If fate is a fragile stained glass that we stand on, then why can't we shatter the oppresive earth we stand on? The answer is simple, we are too weak.

If fate is a series of unbreakable chains, you are foolish to believe that you can break them through desperation or defiance. The only thing we can do is unravel those chains so that we can pick the chain that will lead to our future.

Don't listen to wide-eyed idealists. They have not seen the ugliness of this Earth. Don't listen to closed-eyed cynics either since they refuse to do anything. The sword of fate has two sides, and to shatter it you need to know both of the sides.

No matter my own folly, I will go foward and grow stronger, for even if my failure has been foreseen, that same failure has not yet been foretold.

You incessantly insist that I stop looking at what you ignorantly believe to be the "bad" parts of this world. You are foolish. You expect me to ignore what people are and give into your fantasy that the world is as simplistic as you would like to believe.

To the dumb question "Why me?" the cosmos barely bothers to return the reply: why not?