Destiny. Is there such a thing? My fate. Is it guided by my choices or set in stone regardless? Can’t help but question the logic of what seems to bring me back to it all being circumstantial, sometimes coincidental but mostly derivative of circumstance. Like a rock rolling off a hill that lands on a tar paved road left to bake in the sun and get run over by passing cars until it ricochets off a hubcap and lands on a nearby ocean floor to watch all the beautiful fishees swim by only to later be plowed up by a gold digger’s rock vacuum and land in a sink hole which somehow later blooms itself diamonds, and the adventure lives on. Thus is life. I challenge the notion of destiny.