words left on read

I've been waiting for 45 minutes now, and he's still not here. I'm pacing back and forth in my mother's black stiletto heels. A couple more steps and my footprints will be permanently indented on the floor. Where is he? He said 7, right? Or was it 7ish? Either way, it feels like it's been forever. Forget it, I guess I'm not going to the prom tonight. It doesn't matter if he has a "good excuse", or if he promises that he'll somehow try to make it up to me. Who does he think he is, standing me up like this? Does he know how many guys I turned down for him? I doubt any of them would be late like this. He better be on his knees, begging me to go with him. Once he gets here, I should make him nervous, keep him waiting. I won't answer the door right away. I could pretend I'm still getting ready? No, that's stupid, I already look amazing. Ugh, I'm so mad right now I could scream. This is so embarrassing. I wish this was happening to li...

Do you ever think about destiny and fate? We can all agree that there are differences, some perhaps more subtle than others. Destiny is all about the pursuit of purpose, but fate is about accidents unforeseen, written in the stars (well, maybe "accidents" in our eyes). Fate is inevitable, whereas destiny can be flexible, since it stems from the practice of free will.  This is not to say one is better than the other, nor can they ever be truly compared; I would argue that both are beautifully terrifying in their own way, regardless how an outcome unfolds. "Que sera, sera" (the Spanish translation for 'whatever will be, will be') used to be comforting when, in reality, it bids farewell to the future your imagination has perfectly painted for you. Whether that's believing one's destiny will finally satisfy, or hoping that fate's consequences for reckless action will not impact you to the point of no return. Though fate's described as impossibly ...