im destined to be with him. I love him and we just clicked. we were meant to be. I wanna be with him for a long time. he means the world to me and we were destined to be together! I just know it bc I love him. he is perfect for me and I am perfect for him. im baddiel and he is skinner.
I hear the whisper in the back of my head, the one that keeps mumbling and muttering, the low undertone to the screams and chaos and panic I always hear. While the others are clamoring “not good enough, not fit enough, not smooth enough, not even enough, not smart enough, not social enough. Not. Enough,” the littlest of voices hums to me: “Enough. You breathe, you smile, you dance, you sing, you build, you remember, you love. You’ve always been destined to be enough, if only you give yourself the forgiveness and grace to see.”
We are destined for greatness. Our choices are made, our path decided. But, she knew she was different, was destined for something else. Something powerful filled her veins, making her aware, making her think. She came from the sky to set us free.
Many believe in destiny, in the idea that there is some sort of life path written for us by God. I refuse to believe in destiny. Although I do not question its existence, I reject it with every ounce of my energy every single day. I believe that destiny is what you make out of life. It is comparable to a piece of fresh that can be molded into anything you desire. All you need is passion, drive, and perseverance.
You are destined to become what you desire to be. What it is that you desire will inevitably become your destiny. Stopping to think about what you are destined to do will only prolong the outcome.
She scoffed. “I don’t believe in destiny,”
“Be that as it may, you ARE destined to take your father’s place,” he said, his voice even and heavy with unnerving certainty.
“Now I KNOW you have the wrong girl,” she said. “My father’s dead. He was killed before I was born and he certainly isn’t some…prince of gods,” she finished in disdain.
He chuckled dryly. “I suppose your mother told you that,”
She frowned. “What do you know of my mother?”
“You’re asking the wrong question.” he took a single step forward. “You should be asking what YOU know about her,”
It is something I have been wondering
was I destined to be this woman
or is this simply the creature you made of the clay of my psyche?
Was this the truth of my soul
or was this woman molded of your desires
your hopes, your dreams?
“This is what I was destined to be,” I urged, reaching out to caress her face.
She met my eyes, her own brimming with tears. “I don’t know who or what this is,” she said quietly, her voice breaking. “But it ISN’T you,”
“But it IS me, Kulari,” I said. “This power, this force…it’s always been inside of me. It was just hidden,” I thumped my fist hard against my chest. “And if you can’t accept that…”
“I can accept you,” I said. “But I can’t understand. Not anymore,”
we were destined for greater things, but we’ll settle for what was given. the same things i took when i was ten, and the same things you stole when you were eight. we grew up to be less than what we imaginined, less than what our mothers hoped, but more than they ever will know. i tried, i tried, i tried.
they said that we were destined for all the greatness our fathers failed at. every attempt they made, the sweat, the blood, the broken bones, mariages, the drunk nights on the boulevard that left our mothers cring. that is what we were destined for. for greatness, and you and i are made for this and less or more for love for nothing.
and what if we are not destined to be together in a world that fights against every chance we have to break through traditions and normative tendencies? Doesn’t that give us the power to push through? Doesn’t that bind us together in an uphill battle against the world? And won’t that bring us closer in the end? Because we will know we can support each other through the worst of times, all there will be left is the good times.
She let the dirt fall through her fingers. M would be mad, she knew, when she returned home. Finally. Soiled and stained. M didn’t understand the magnet of the ground and the smell of life.
I have always wondered
if you were destined for the walls
where you calmly pointed to the ant
and demanded that I kill it
but still I have to cling to hope
that you don’t like the taste of fate
i was destined for greatness, i just knew it. i felt it from the time i was old enough to know what i wanted to be…oh, i didn’t know what that was…just that it was supposed to be great. that was when i was probably 5, i’m 40, i still don’t know what that is…only that i still feel that it’s supposed to be great.
She took a deep breath. This is all happening too fast, she thought. The train stuttered into the station with an exhausted sigh of steam. With a moment of slight hesitation she picked up her suitcase and boarded the locomotive. It was time.
okay, okay, that’s cheesy and highly cliche. but is there any other way to put it? every moment with you, every touch, every word we speak to each other; it all feels like my life has lead up to it… i was destined for this. for you.
weak walking why not
back ached braced caked in apathy
path picked philistine
predesitined desined
sin full of broken
words cannot express
the mindless sludge of this pace.
We were meant to meet each other. It must have been made certain in a previous life. The way you get my humor, the way i can trust you, and i’d take a bullet for any of you. These people are more than my best friends. These people are my reason for life, and I don’t know how I lived without them. I was destined to meet them.
what am I destined for? lately it just seems like I am destined for sadness. disappointment. love that always gets taken away. it seems over dramatic, but I can’t remember one time something good has been destined to happen to me. who knows what the future holds. I dont believe in god, but if i did i would say he sure is trying to tell me he doesnt like me that much
i’d never been a believer of fate.
one wonders its presence, and doubts its existence.
how can anything guide us in a world of chaos?
no, there’s nothing there, just us and the moon.
she looks down on us. she envies us. for we are free of destiny.
i felt destined for greatness. ever since i was a rational-thinking being, i felt that i was going to be something big. a singer. a lawyer. a game-changer. a do-er. but man. when am i going to reach my potential? when are my own expectations going to be met? this is the spark for the fireworks, baby.
From the beginning, things had been different for him.
Always harder, always more pressure, and never clear why. Why him.
Only years later looking back he realized all the hardship been worth it
Because from the beginning, he had been destined to do great things.
Today is destined to roll out in exactly the way it will. I will keep focussed, I will keep positive, I will motivate and encourage all those who I encounter. I am determined that this day will be smooth and wonderful for all of those I encounter.
She was destined to die, but no one knew. We had no idea. She would smile and pretend that everything was fine, let us believe in our happy little illusion that we would save the world and all go home and live happily ever after.
But happy ever after is a myth. No one’s ever found it. Not truly. People still look for it, still wonder if maybe this decision or that one will bring them the happiness they’re searching for. But it never does. Never will.
i am destined to wonder…ponder…contemplte life. why are we here.what is my purpose.when will i learn how to change the things i want to change about myself. is ist
im destined to be with him. I love him and we just clicked. we were meant to be. I wanna be with him for a long time. he means the world to me and we were destined to be together! I just know it bc I love him. he is perfect for me and I am perfect for him. im baddiel and he is skinner.
I HAVE NO IDEIA what to write I don’t know this word
I hear the whisper in the back of my head, the one that keeps mumbling and muttering, the low undertone to the screams and chaos and panic I always hear. While the others are clamoring “not good enough, not fit enough, not smooth enough, not even enough, not smart enough, not social enough. Not. Enough,” the littlest of voices hums to me: “Enough. You breathe, you smile, you dance, you sing, you build, you remember, you love. You’ve always been destined to be enough, if only you give yourself the forgiveness and grace to see.”
I am destined for more… more than Kansas, more than this. I need to find out what I am destined for, I just need out of here to figure it out.
We are destined for greatness. Our choices are made, our path decided. But, she knew she was different, was destined for something else. Something powerful filled her veins, making her aware, making her think. She came from the sky to set us free.
Many believe in destiny, in the idea that there is some sort of life path written for us by God. I refuse to believe in destiny. Although I do not question its existence, I reject it with every ounce of my energy every single day. I believe that destiny is what you make out of life. It is comparable to a piece of fresh that can be molded into anything you desire. All you need is passion, drive, and perseverance.
Some believe in destiny, in fate. I believe in hard work. Destiny can be carved out of anything in life as long as one has passion, drive
You are destined to become what you desire to be. What it is that you desire will inevitably become your destiny. Stopping to think about what you are destined to do will only prolong the outcome.
She scoffed. “I don’t believe in destiny,”
“Be that as it may, you ARE destined to take your father’s place,” he said, his voice even and heavy with unnerving certainty.
“Now I KNOW you have the wrong girl,” she said. “My father’s dead. He was killed before I was born and he certainly isn’t some…prince of gods,” she finished in disdain.
He chuckled dryly. “I suppose your mother told you that,”
She frowned. “What do you know of my mother?”
“You’re asking the wrong question.” he took a single step forward. “You should be asking what YOU know about her,”
It is something I have been wondering
was I destined to be this woman
or is this simply the creature you made of the clay of my psyche?
Was this the truth of my soul
or was this woman molded of your desires
your hopes, your dreams?
Destined he was. He had to be sure. Only they knew what it was anyway. Or…did they? Well it didn’t matter because even that was destined.
“This is what I was destined to be,” I urged, reaching out to caress her face.
She met my eyes, her own brimming with tears. “I don’t know who or what this is,” she said quietly, her voice breaking. “But it ISN’T you,”
“But it IS me, Kulari,” I said. “This power, this force…it’s always been inside of me. It was just hidden,” I thumped my fist hard against my chest. “And if you can’t accept that…”
“I can accept you,” I said. “But I can’t understand. Not anymore,”
we were destined for greater things, but we’ll settle for what was given. the same things i took when i was ten, and the same things you stole when you were eight. we grew up to be less than what we imaginined, less than what our mothers hoped, but more than they ever will know. i tried, i tried, i tried.
they said that we were destined for all the greatness our fathers failed at. every attempt they made, the sweat, the blood, the broken bones, mariages, the drunk nights on the boulevard that left our mothers cring. that is what we were destined for. for greatness, and you and i are made for this and less or more for love for nothing.
and what if we are not destined to be together in a world that fights against every chance we have to break through traditions and normative tendencies? Doesn’t that give us the power to push through? Doesn’t that bind us together in an uphill battle against the world? And won’t that bring us closer in the end? Because we will know we can support each other through the worst of times, all there will be left is the good times.
She let the dirt fall through her fingers. M would be mad, she knew, when she returned home. Finally. Soiled and stained. M didn’t understand the magnet of the ground and the smell of life.
I have always wondered
if you were destined for the walls
where you calmly pointed to the ant
and demanded that I kill it
but still I have to cling to hope
that you don’t like the taste of fate
i was destined for greatness, i just knew it. i felt it from the time i was old enough to know what i wanted to be…oh, i didn’t know what that was…just that it was supposed to be great. that was when i was probably 5, i’m 40, i still don’t know what that is…only that i still feel that it’s supposed to be great.
She took a deep breath. This is all happening too fast, she thought. The train stuttered into the station with an exhausted sigh of steam. With a moment of slight hesitation she picked up her suitcase and boarded the locomotive. It was time.
we were destined to be together, you and i.
okay, okay, that’s cheesy and highly cliche. but is there any other way to put it? every moment with you, every touch, every word we speak to each other; it all feels like my life has lead up to it… i was destined for this. for you.
weak walking why not
back ached braced caked in apathy
path picked philistine
predesitined desined
sin full of broken
words cannot express
the mindless sludge of this pace.
We were meant to meet each other. It must have been made certain in a previous life. The way you get my humor, the way i can trust you, and i’d take a bullet for any of you. These people are more than my best friends. These people are my reason for life, and I don’t know how I lived without them. I was destined to meet them.
They were destined to be together, but life crept up like a sudden gust of wind and swiftly stole the spark that never did get the chance to ignite.
what am I destined for? lately it just seems like I am destined for sadness. disappointment. love that always gets taken away. it seems over dramatic, but I can’t remember one time something good has been destined to happen to me. who knows what the future holds. I dont believe in god, but if i did i would say he sure is trying to tell me he doesnt like me that much
Chosen one, Future, Bible.
Are we destined to implode, one by one?!
How can one possibly reach excellence when the hurdles are infinite?!
THEY NEVER TRULY STOP
This is one of the sorrowful truths of life.
The worst truth is:
IT’S ALL SELF-INFLICTED. Humanity does not thrive at it’s own will.
A plague on all the virulent of mind!
i’d never been a believer of fate.
one wonders its presence, and doubts its existence.
how can anything guide us in a world of chaos?
no, there’s nothing there, just us and the moon.
she looks down on us. she envies us. for we are free of destiny.
the mysterious connection between two people..
the magic that binds them..
soulmate? or simply coincidence?
I wonder if everything in this world was predestined. I feel like I was destined to meet you, though..
jurnny
will be/will do
somthing that will happen
People all have their seperate destinies. One might be destined to sing or maybe dance. One also maybe destined to write.
I am destined to be a writer. It’s my dream and I shall achieve it. It does not matter what people may say. I will achieve my dreams.
i felt destined for greatness. ever since i was a rational-thinking being, i felt that i was going to be something big. a singer. a lawyer. a game-changer. a do-er. but man. when am i going to reach my potential? when are my own expectations going to be met? this is the spark for the fireworks, baby.
“
Destined.
What a stupid word.
It was destined to be. They were destined to marry, she was destined to do great things, everyone was destined to do or be something.
And she hated it.
Destiny would have her killed.
From the beginning, things had been different for him.
Always harder, always more pressure, and never clear why. Why him.
Only years later looking back he realized all the hardship been worth it
Because from the beginning, he had been destined to do great things.
I always thought I was destined to make a big change in my surroundings. I still think I’m destined for a big deal.
Today is destined to roll out in exactly the way it will. I will keep focussed, I will keep positive, I will motivate and encourage all those who I encounter. I am determined that this day will be smooth and wonderful for all of those I encounter.
She was destined to die, but no one knew. We had no idea. She would smile and pretend that everything was fine, let us believe in our happy little illusion that we would save the world and all go home and live happily ever after.
But happy ever after is a myth. No one’s ever found it. Not truly. People still look for it, still wonder if maybe this decision or that one will bring them the happiness they’re searching for. But it never does. Never will.
i am destined to wonder…ponder…contemplte life. why are we here.what is my purpose.when will i learn how to change the things i want to change about myself. is ist