Prologue
Everybody dreams of seeing how their life will go. Will they get the man or woman of their dreams? Will they succeed in life? Will they fail? Do they get the life they’ve dreamed of? How will they die? There is a reason why we don’t know these things, why we’re better off not knowing these things. Fate is a peculiar thing; no matter what you do it is a greater force than the power of your actions. It exceeds the power of your choices. You see I’ve lived by the great words of George Bernard Shaw, “The reasonable man adapts himself to the world: the unreasonable one persists in trying to adapt the world to himself. Therefore, all progress depends on the unreasonable man.” I believed in this with every fiber of my being, and it worked for the most part until life became more absurd than George Shaw thought possible. He didn’t take into account that Fate was pulling us all on strings like marionettes. We live our lives foolishly thinking we choose our paths; we guide our life. If it’s unbearable, we made it that way. If it’s fulfilling then, we’re doing something right. We are wrong, so caught up in the falsehood that it’s in our control, we are the masters. But we are mistaken; Fate controls you. Every direction you think you’ve chosen, well Fate has chosen for you. Fate chose for me too.
