the problem with fate
I think some people are probably born with a poorly calibrated fate. Like maybe some people were fated to meet one day at a park but the mechanisms were off by just enough to ruin what was supposed to get the ball rolling on an impossibly happy lifetime. Jack trips, falls down the hill and Jill is facing the opposite direction in a yoga pose. They don’t get married to the cheers and happy laughter of their best friends three months later like fate had written down in its books and in another five years, when Jack is supposed to grab Jill and keep her from mindlessly walking into traffic on a Saturday morning, she is killed by a businessman speeding to the airport in his jaguar.
