Fate

Long and hard, I ponder.
In my room, outside my room, on the 39th floor lounge of a cold and starry night I ponder.

Can fate really intervene in our lives and decide what is really the best for everyone?
If fate has a certain journey and destination for us already. Are we or are we not in control of our own life?
Are we just puppets of fate and this is all but a dream or a stage? Can we or can we not create our own destiny? Why do we desire what we desire and love who we love knowing the unknown risking the given?

I don't have an answer. I don't think anyone really know either.