Imprint
Fate breathes beside us every day, hidden in a butterfly's wing. While everything may be written, the way we choose to feel it remains our only true freedom.
Written by my seventeen-year-old daughter. It would mean the world to both of us to know how her words resonate in the eyes of the readers – for fate is a secret we all carry, but few can sense it this deeply.
Butterfly shadow. It was too small to be seen, but for her, it was enough. In every monotony, one can see that tiny little thing that changes everything. A single flap of its wings is enough to change the flow of a monotonous day. Though far too small to be striking, it would leave a trail for those who wish to follow.
Then we come to the question: does a destiny exist where everything is already written? For if it were so, every subsequent flap of wings brings a new change in a person's life. In truth, that person had no right to choose, for it was already meant to be. Every choice or hesitation exists only because we asked, because it was written. Fate is always good; only then do we hope for something.
Fate does not exist in moments when we suffer; then, it is not fate but a curse. Such opinions circulate everywhere. It is hardest when things are not right, I understand. If everything were written in destiny, you would never suffer. No, those events are the point of it all. Life is challenging for that very reason—because it is the only one we have.
A mother’s first touch leaves an imprint of destiny that we are ready to carry. That is not a curse, for the only thing we know for certain is that we are not immortal. Everything else remains unspoken until we gather enough courage to say it out loud.
Every part of our lives leaves strong imprints on our bodies and minds, and memory cancels them out. If we could remember from the first day of our lives, we would already know how it would end. That is why God gave us a destiny in which everything is written. It is not visible, but it breathes beside us every day. And love makes small wing flaps that happened on the other side of the world. The butterfly effect. That is actually destiny. Our attempt at living what we are not. Only when we realize that a tiny butterfly has such power, then we will understand what is written. It is easy not to believe, and even harder to accept. The only thing not written is the way in which we will experience what is written.
From that, it all began. Destiny that still lasts is life. The choice already exists, which means the answer has existed from the moment the choice was born.