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Do anda believe in fate? Do anda believe in destiny? Our end already determined for us. So no matter what we do, no matter what choices we make, we always get that end. It never matters how hard we tried because in the end, we’ll have to cry, we’ll have to scream and beg to be let free. But hey, who cares? Your fate is already decided, like a candle fated to burn out, a bunga fated to wither, a hati, tengah-tengah fated to break…… there’s nothing anda can do except sit and watch it play out before out. You’re a caged being. anda can strut around in your own cage, be the king there but beyond those bars, you’re on a leash; forced to obey, forced to bow down.
Your only way to ignore how you’re a pawn in fate’s game of chess is to dream. Dream of the life anda wish, forget the one anda are forced to have. Get away from your fate and dream of a life where everyone’s happy, where anda are happy. Where anda are living in the real sense, not like the puppet on strings anda are used as.
Live your life there and escape the harshness of reality that tries to force anda awake every time just so anda have to cry and scream again. Ignore the reality.
Because, after all, Ignorance is Bliss.
