During my chat with the attractive surgeon at the breakfast table one and a half months ago, I remember looking at him with admiration and teased: "How does it feel? Sitting down here, right next to me and being able to say that you're a surgeon. Knowing that you've achieved and become something so noble you've worked so hard to be. Does it feel good?"
He smiled at me, with hints of laughter and went: "Yeah!" My world was literally in slow motion because the man in flesh was not only cute, but intimidatingly successful.
At that very same table a day before, I remember talking to another guy who was currently climbing the regional ladder of a well known international financial institution. He told me all about his life plan and everything that he wanted to achieve before turning 32. One of it was to become a millionaire by the age of 29 or 30.
"So how's that coming along?"
"Do you think you're well on your way to achieving that?"
"Yeah... I'd like to think so. We'll see."
"You know how sometimes, people claim to have this 'instinct' or 'feel' in their younger selves, as to whether or not they are meant to achieve great things in life when they're older. And I don't know if it's because in general, young people tend to have fiery ambitions or if that 'gut feeling' truly exists."
"But what I wanna ask is, do you think you feel 'that gut feeling' in yourself? Do you think you will be successful, or at least, meant to achieve success in a way that you deemed you would?"
He: [smiled and nodded his head]
"Let's just say, I believe..."
"... in destiny."
"There's that word, destiny!" I understood him then and there, because I used to live my life, believing in the same thing. In fact, I recently received an email from a nice guy telling me "to have trust in who you will become." But at this point in my life where everything is falling apart, I'm not so sure about my destiny any more. Success, and destiny. Does it really lie in our hands or does it lie in our fate? What is mine?