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    I often ponder how far the decisions we make truly influence our future. Is it not fate that has already laid out our path since the moment of our birth? Or are we genuinely the architects of our own reality, even when every decision feels like a single drop in an endless ocean? It is a fine line between free will and predetermined destiny that we tread daily. Sometimes, I wonder if every detour, every hesitation and pause, is part of a grander plan that we simply cannot comprehend.


    What if the sense of control we cling to so desperately is nothing more than an illusion? Perhaps we are like characters in a play, convinced that we are improvising while the script has long been written. And yet—even if our choices seem small and insignificant—they carry a weight we only come to understand much later. A misplaced word, a missed moment, a different route to work—all of these could set the course for an entirely different life. Or does it, in the end, make no difference at all?


    Perhaps it is not fate that holds us in its grasp, but the sum of our own inattentions. The thought that we can choose freely in every moment carries a responsibility that is both liberating and overwhelming. For what if we truly have everything in our hands, and can blame only ourselves?Unauthorized tale usage: if you spot this story on Amazon, report the violation.


    I often envision the future as an endless river, its course shaped by every small decision. Yet no matter how hard we try, the water never stops to show us what could have been. And still: isn’t it the very act of deciding that makes us human at all?


    Do you share these thoughts? Have you ever reflected on your life more deeply than simply from sunrise to sunset?


    I dedicate this book to you—you who question life so profoundly that the boundaries between reality and imagination begin to blur. To you, who laugh while storms rage within, unseen by anyone else. You too have your place in this world—a space that accepts you with all your flaws. Yet finding it is like embarking on a journey without a map, guided only by the steps of your soul.


    This journey of self-discovery is marked by obstacles, by pains that strike at the core of your being. But would a path without detours, without abysses, without doubts, not also be dreadfully empty? For it is in confronting with the darkness that we shape the light that burns within us. A straight path may be simple—but what remains of a life without corners, without shadows, and without a glowing ember?


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