Freedom

I have thought for a long time on the concept of freedom. Freedom in life, freedom in death.

We are slaves to the circumstance of our lives.
These circumstances determine our outcome.
Our nature
Our fate

But what if we were to dictate the circumstance of our lives?
To be free in our own fate.
To be free in our own death.
But life has a way of fucking with our heads.
Chaos throws the unexpected
and Order throws the logical
And our fate is no longer our own

Can we ever be free?
Is our fate written into our genes?
Can we stop our fate?

And what If you see your fate and accept it.
To break it would be to cause pain and suffering to all you know
but to accept it is to endure hell
To wade into the inferno in search of your beatrice

To glance back after your journey
only to see your Eurydice vanish.

And the gods laugh at we foolish mortals.