Free will is having the ability to choose whether to turn left or right.
Fate is the fact that it was inevitable that no matter what you chose, you would come to a cliff at the end of the path.
With the help of my free will I sat on my porch listening to the whirling wind as I drew out the last long puff off my cigarette. I drove without my seat belt. I laughed without a cause. I stopped going to school, I didn't turn in homework. I ran out of gas on the highway. My tank was empty and so was I. Fate brought me to the cliffs and I allowed it to happen. Now I'm standing on the edge, staring down at the deep fall that I might make, asking fate, "what's next?"
All I can hope for is the free will to turn around and go back home to my porch. I don't want to lose the ability to sit and listen to the whirling whispers of the wind. Free will is such a beautiful thing we take too much for granted. Fate always gets its way.
Should I jump? Or will the wind push me off the cliff and leave me as a whisper that I once thought to be so sweet
