Standing under the starry sky, I realise that I'm a common human. My earthly existence is finite and bound by time. Life is short but the surrounding universe is enormous. Looking up at the night sky, I watch the stars that act as our destiny.
Intuitively, I understand that life is likely to be predestined. At this moment of self realisation, only a reader of fate spells his or her destiny out.
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I didn't know you are a poet too. Nice