Destiny is fantasy invented by the weak.

Isn't that what every girl dreamed? That she'd wake and find herself a princess? or blessed with magical powers and a grand destiny. Maybe there were people who lived those lives, maybe this girl was one of them but what about the rest of us? What about the nobodies and the nothings, the invisible girls? We learn to hold our heads as if we wear crowns, we learn to ring magic from the ordinary, that's how you survived when you weren't chosen, when there was no royal bloods in your veins, when the world owed you nothing, you demanded something of it anyway!

To disavow destiny is to write destiny.

Awake, Arise, stop not till you write your destiny!

Life is both a journey and a destination.

"Book of Destiny (The Sonnet)

It is the time to go to your destination and stop wandering and stopping at the shelter you should not visit; because it is a waste of time.

Destiny, she'd learned, was written in the heavens; a person couldn't take what the universe didn't wish to give.

Even when we do not actively participate in our destiny, we are still on a chosen path. Life has a way of making decisions for us.

Remember never to text and drive, it's bad grammar, even if you have a deadline. You might cross the line and dead may be your destination. Think about it!!

By being yourself, you fulfill your destiny. It's your unique gifts, thoughts, and ideas that the world needs. No one else can give them to the world because they're yours. Be yourself and bask in the power derived from self-realization.

"My dearest friend Abigail, These probably could be the last words I write to you and I may not live long enough to see your response but I truly have lived long enough to live forever in the hearts of my friends. I thought a lot about what I should write to you. I thought of giving you blessings and wishes for things of great value to happen to you in future; I thought of appreciating you for being the way you are; I thought to give sweet and lovely compliments for everything about you; I thought to write something in praise of your poems and prose; and I thought of extending my gratitude for being one of the very few sincerest friends I have ever had. But that is what all friends do and they only qualify to remain as a part of the bunch of our loosely connected memories and that's not what I can choose to be, I cannot choose to be lost somewhere in your memories. So I thought of something through which I hope you will remember me for a very long time. I decided to share some part of my story, of what led me here, the part we both have had in common. A past, which changed us and our perception of the world. A past, which shaped our future into an unknown yet exciting opportunity to revisit the lost thoughts and to break free from the libido of our lost dreams. A past, which questioned our whole past. My dear, when the moment of my past struck me, in its highest demonised form, I felt dead, like a dead-man walking in flesh without a soul, who had no reason to live any more. I no longer saw any meaning of life but then I saw no reason to die as well. I travelled to far away lands, running away from friends, family and everyone else and I confined myself to my thoughts, to my feelings and to myself. Hours, days, weeks and months passed and I waited for a moment of magic to happen, a turn of destiny, but nothing happened, nothing ever happens. I waited and I counted each moment of it, thinking about every moment of my life, the good and the bad ones. I then saw how powerful yet weak, bright yet dark, beautiful yet ugly, joyous yet grievous; is a one single moment. One moment makes the difference. Just a one moment. Such appears to be the extreme and undisputed power of a single moment. We live in a world of appearance, Abigail, where the reality lies beyond the appearances, and this is also only what appears to be such powerful when in actuality it is not. I realised that the power of the moment is not in the moment itself. The power, actually, is in us. Every single one of us has the power to make and shape our own moments. It is us who by feeling joyful, celebrate for a moment of success; and it is also us who by feeling saddened, cry and mourn over our losses. I, with all my heart and mind, now embrace this power which lies within us. I wish life offers you more time to make use of this power. Remember, we are our own griefs, my dear, we are our own happinesses and we are our own remedies.

It is better to live your own destiny imperfectly than to live an imitation of somebody else's life with perfection.

They first said they were crazy, but today they wish they were them. If you have a vision, then it is your own mission to fulfill it, not everybody's mission. People won't see what you see or the way you see things. Let them not stop you, when they mock you, underestimate you , insult you or making fun of you. Once you reach your destination . They will understand and will wish they were you or they should have supported you from the beginning.

Junk and low standard dreams and fantasies come so easy which may be seldom to temporary gratification. Only tough people achieve greatness and extraordinary things. Nothing worth celebrating comes cheap. Even Abraham stayed for more than 90 years before ringing the bell of celebration. Even the Israelis never found it funny all through their journey to the promise land despite the fact its their destiny. SO STAY TOUGH!

When we find our minds wondering off into discouragement, negativity, make sure to pray, filling our minds with courage. When we focus on the negativity, the things that don't matter, we missed our destiny, that purpose that we was created for. We don't want to miss it

"I am struggling, show me right path to reach my destination my dear brain...

Greatness is not a destination, but a sense of Elation.

Some of us never had good schools, teachers, education, parents, childhood, background and a good wealthy family. Even the place we come from is not on google map, but that should not stop you from being the great person you were destined to be . In life Its either you spend your days feeling sorry for yourself for the rest of your life or you spend days fighting for better life for the rest of your life.

Your thoughts become more pleasant in the dawn of transparency as they sink their coffins into the void of irrelevancy to bury their dead in the ground of your mentality as the optimistic tree branches to fertility to nurture the forest where spring and fall move rapidly to embrace the whole picture of happenings happily with the revelation that all the pieces fit perfectly in the design of the Master Who created destiny.

Someway, somehow this is destined, Becky. You were meant to come to Lunenburg and move next to me. You. Not just any ordinary girl. The gifted-ghost-seeing girl.

Our destiny is not created by the shoes we wear, but by the steps we take.

Luck or no luck, you will get what you suppose to get. You will be who you are supposed to be. You will be where you are destined to be. Just don't give up on yourself and don't be too hard on yourself.

All paths will have destinations, but all destinations aren't worthwhile.