You can't control fate. You can't control it because it's just too inevitable. When something comes right at you that you can't stop, you are forced to deal with it, because it's supposed to happen. If you could control fate, then who knows what might happen? If you prevent a car accident that was supposed to occur from occurring, then there's a chance fate will decide that your whole family should perish. Too dark? Sorry.
For some reason, i keep thinking about this while on the plane taking us to our new life.
I hate heights. So much. Luckily, my parents were caring enough to not make sit in the window seat. I'm seated between my father, Davis, to my right. I shouldn't say he's a hothead, cause that would be an overstatement. But there are just some days Dad can't chill out. For example: four months ago, our neighbor's cat wandered off to our backyard, walked right into the small garden near our old house's back wall. Few minutes later, Dad came outside, the feline was just relaxing there, front paws stretched out, and Davis got sooooooo pissed, he picked him up and almost threw him back to the neighbor's yard. If it wasn't for the fact the cat's owners came out to look for him right before Dad could chuck him, he would've been dead. That cat had a reputation for not landing on his feet. Dad tried to justify it, as he was passed over for a promotion at work that day and was afraid he wouldn't be able to afford to feed us that week, felt that the garden would be helpful, and was scared that the cat was "disturbing the soil", preventing the plants from growing. I just thought he was crazy.
On my left is my stepbrother, Xander. He just graduated from high school. But i think he was lucky enough to even continue throughout those four years. Generally, he's a very nice guy, but he suffers from depression, and sometimes gets sad for no apparent reason. He has tried to kill himself 2 times, yet i only remember the time he tried to antagonize our dog, Campbell, into biting him hard enough to get a lethal effect. I love him, but man, he is nuts.
My mother, Nancy, is sitting in the far seat next to our area. She's beautiful, and dare i say it, she's hot. Mom is very slim, thanks to the long hours she spends on the Peloton. I feel like she loves me more than Dad does, but she loves everybody else too- way too much, in fact. She worries about us a lot, especially me, her youngest son. Whenever i was out with my old friends on Friday nights, watching a movie that just came out, or playing one of many of my friend's old PS2 games, i'd come home to Mom running up to me and saying "Did they make you drink?" or "Did one of them give you *insert drug here, she mentioned all of them*?", even though, to be completely honest, we never did that stuff. Although one time someone came up to us on the walk home from a screening of Skyscraper asking if we wanted some meth. I lied, saying yes, and when we were at the alley he lured us into, i gave him a good old left-hook punch to the face. I still get praise from my old classmates for that day.
Oh geez, i'm going off-topic.
I hear the captain speaking, saying that we're getting ready for departure. This is it, no turning back now. Thanks, fate. You indeed are a cruel mistress. "You ok, son?", Davis says to me. "I don't know.", i say. Dad doesn't respond. Two minutes later, we reach the ground. As we stepped off the aircraft, i asked my family where exactly we landed at. "I think we're somewhere in Switzerland.", Nancy answers.
Did i mention that my new home is in Europe?
Welcome to my supremely insane life.