We do not choose to be born yet we are

We do not choose that for a time we shall live then die

We do not choose our rank in life

But we do choose what we do in our life and we do choose whether we die young or old.

But sometimes no matter how hard one tries to reach the top they fall again and again with no one to help them up. And slowly the barrier of hope that someone once cherished crumbles and a battle of fear and anger begins inside you.

This is fate. And we choose it. I like many others chose mine wrong