inevitability

sometimes we grow tired of everything and everyone. and then we have a sudden feeling that everything is going wrong, and that the way we chosed leads nowhere. sometimes our stronghold of skepticism burns to the very foundations - and we are left alone without protection against the fate that we believe to control everything. that is indeed the greatest proof that fate does not exist at all. in our pessimism, we cannot understand that it were us that set our own castle to burn. or maybe it was someone else who burned it, but we stood still, watching it burn. as if it was an inevitability.