I really hate the word “fate.” Births, encounters, partings, success and failure, fortunes and misfortunes in life. If our lives are already set in stone by fate, then why are we even born? There are those born from wealthy families, those born from beautiful mothers, and those born in the middle of war or poverty. If that’s all caused by fate, then God is incredibly unfair and cruel. Because ever since that day, none of us had a future, and the only certain thing was that we wouldn’t amount to anything.