“There is no such thing as accident; it is fate misnamed.”

To think I used to accept things as fate.. Good or bad outcomes. Planned or unplanned for. I thought, “That’s just how it is. I couldn’t change things anyways. Why bother? If things are meant to be, then they’ll happen.” Or I would just adapt to the situation. Flexibility is something I’ve always valued.

But yeah. Try to force-feed me fate now. You’ll have to clean up the vomit. I’m only eating what I think tastes good.

“I can no longer obey; I have tasted command, and I cannot give it up.”

Let the rebellion rise. I will squash any riots.