Fate.

By Ariyanna James

A word no one knows the meaning.

A word that can be twisted into a million forms.

Yet it feels as if the word has rotted in me.

My life was a ‘fate shall decide’ game.

A whole life told that whatever happens shall happen.

Yet what happens after life?

Once we go, do we all go to the same place?

Is Hell a real fear we should look out for, or is it just to scare kids into line?

What makes someone worthy of a place you call heaven?

What does the afterlife do to mortals after?

Do we simply rot, forced to reimagine our life again, good or bad?

Fate belongs to mortals, to guide the living.

What shall guide the dead?

What will tell us how to reach peace after death, the eternal peace?

How shall we decide what's for us after?

Is it even ours to decide?

Is there such a thing as an almighty?

Or is it just something humanity chose to believe as to soothe our minds to peace, a trust that there will be peace?

As humanity, we refused peace.

So we told ourselves there is a peace after this plane.

Who decided that the truth?

Why shall we suffer now to have peace later?

What if even after death, you are to feel the pain of life for the rest of eternity?

Fate is a fraud.

A guide set to leave us in our most confused state.

It is our fellow humans, our fellow blind, we shall not follow after death.

By Ariyanna James