Fate

fate is a beautiful angel with its arms spread wide

A beautiful flowing robe thin as air shrouding their entire body

And sometimes as fate arrives it tickles you with its gossamer wings

Other times you feel the soft touch of the robes caressing your skin

And yet others you run straight into their outstretched arm and cut off all the air at the jugular

Writhing in pain on the floo

Since its kind of a toss up

Why bother avoiding it

It'll come

It always does

Embrace it

Enjoy the ride


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Just do no harm

Follow your heart

so those stories you hear about people not getting on a plane

And saving their own lives

How do we juxtapose them against people that have too much anxiety and fear

And they're constantly in a state of stress

The answer was in the question itself i believe

Stress

The heart offers certainty

Fear does not

Fear is unsettling and abusive

The heart offers peace and solace

It comes with a strength

To pull you through anything

Anything