Fate Vs Faith Novels & Stories

Freya explained. "Aren't we the ones who make the decisions in our lives? For example, mommy, you can take medicine if you want, but you still chose to do business," Yael said. Freya knelt down and looked Yael in the eye. "There are things that are not meant for us … no matter how much we want to get or to have those. Do you know why? Because better things are meant for us. Sometimes, a person gets hurt because he forces himself on people or something that is not for him. I badly want to be a physician but because mommy did not have enough money, I fell into business administration. There are factors we consider when we make decisions. Just remember this, son. What's meant for you will alway

"That's hope." "No," Eli said. "That's faith. And there's a difference. Hope is passive. Faith is active. Faith is doing everything you can and then trusting the process." I wanted to argue that this was bullshit, but I was starting to see the flaw in my reasoning. Because actually, he was right. We could control the conditions. We could set up the environment where authentic stories were more likely to emerge. We could structure it without controlling it. "I'll develop a production framework," I said. "But I'm not committing to the authenticity approach without seeing proof of concept."

“Forgive me for sometimes thinking maybe I’m not exactly on her level.” “No,” Fate says calmly. “You think divinity should place itself above you.” The strange space around us ripples faintly again. “But Raven was never meant to stand above you.” I frown at him. “What’s that supposed to mean?” “You still fundamentally misunderstand what she is to you.” “She’s my mate.” “Yes,” Fate says slowly, “but that is merely the mortal interpretation of what exists between you.” Something about the way he says it makes my chest tighten painfully.

Breathing deeply, I tried, "Fate. It is a complicated subject." I paused and then continued, "Many people believe that fate means something that is pre-destined by the Almighty. that what is written will happen no matter what but it doesn't work like that." Now I had her full attention, "We, living beings, are also given free will and that is the driving force for changing fate. Whatever is written in the destiny but we have no control over our feelings. Now it's up to us how to shape our feelings into our beliefs which then determine our actions. And with our actions, we can change our fate."

“Your eyes don’t lie, Laurel. And you may even succeed… Everyone on guard has been ordered not to harm you in any way. How about something to consider before I leave?” Laurel eyed him. “What is the difference between fate and destiny?” Eden asked. “Is one more powerful than the other?” “Fate is an event that will happen no matter what choices you make… Destiny is the result of the choices you make.” Eden smiled, “One of my elders said something like that to me once… So I’ll say the same thing I said to him to you.” Laurel frowned. “Fate is a beggar on the street,” Eden said. “Destiny tosses coins occasionally. Sometimes to its benefit and sometimes not.”

Fate is what happens when you are not watching, yet karma is the way to play fate’s wicked game. Now the only thing you can be sure of is yourself. What changes is everything else? The choices and the decisions that you make will remain the same. The only certainties are what you plan. But that too can change; as for me, I planned to live a happy marriage, yet I am finding myself in a hospital bed, thinking if I should be mad at myself or my wife for what has happened to me. But yes, coming back to that word faith, all we can do is have faith in the Doctor to save my life.

His instinct only tells one thing to do. Survive. But on that fateful day, he met his goddess of fortunes as his savior. His life rescuer. Someone who has destined to be his home. A safe haven for him. Ever since that day, his feet entered her life. If Sister Hua didn't show up that day, his fate probably ended it up in the sewers or even worse. He could be a pocket thief or a beggar. Busying himself begging on the street with no future. Now, slowly, with a straight head, his path life was steady and clear. He no longer feels scared of what future has hold for him ahead.

I walked towards him as he is seated majestically on his golden throne with his wizard Harrod standing next to him. Harrod makes all kinds of medicines and black magic for father. "Father, you sent for me." I say with a small bow. "Yes." He replies. "What is it father?." I asked politely. He faced Harrod and gestures at him to speak up. Harrod turned to me and bowed. " My prince, i'm afraid there's no cure for the king's deformed hand in this kingdom." He says. I glanced at father's left deformed arm and sighed. He always uses a golden glove to hide it.

Maybe it was because I remembered those times that I told her the secret. Mark seemed to think of something else, his eyes full of concern. “So in the previous life, I didn’t treat you well either?” “It’s not that. We were strangers then, so it made sense that you didn’t treat me well.” I reached out and ruffled his hair. For some reason, Mark was starting to feel more and more like a big dog. “I just don’t know if, in this life, you’ll still become the richest man in the country after being with me.”

“What nonsense.. “ Georgia heard him hiss in danger as she wondered why he acted that way. She always wanted to meet her mate the moment she clocked eighteen but that never happened and she received multiple insults from home, but there he was holding her and she could feel the strong connection between them. Suddenly, everything made sense. The strong connection, the feeling of belonging, the rush of happiness. Jared was her mate. And she was his. She looked into his eyes, and she saw the same nothing but hatred Jared was the Alpha of the blue moon pack. The man who was hosting the party. "I can't believe it," she whispered, feeling so happy not caring about the hatred she had perceived fro