A year ago, around this time, I question the existence of fate. It wasn't something I would normally question but a friend of mine asked me whether or not I believed in it and it snowballed from there. It is interesting to the degree that people view fate. A lot is contributed to either fate or luck. Fate has always been associated with people while lucky with situations. Whether it be fate or luck, I find it hard for me to believe that my life has been dictated out for me. But that doesn't mean I never thought about it.

It was just a year ago when I told my friend that I didn't believe in fate but I wish I did. She believed that things happens for a reason and that in the end everything will work out just fine. At the time we were discussing fate, I was unhappy with where my life was heading and it wasn't anything I could do about it. I told her that in order for me to believe in fate, two things would be required to happen to me by the end of the year. Funny enough, one of those two things did happen to me before the year ended.

Does this make me a believer? Not quite. Like many others, I use fate as an excuse. A way out when it comes to explaining what we can't control. Like many others, I use the word fate to explain some of the happiness in life. Does it hurt to believe in fate? No. It is always good to believe in something. Do I believe in fate? No, but I want to.