I wonder if perhaps life decides our fate for us before we even begin to decide our own path. Maybe there is a scale in life, a food chain, deciding who is at the top, the beautiful and rich ones who love fulfilling lives, and those at the bottom, who face troubled lives and live to no great achievement. I think life decides where we fit on that scale, and maybe we are only provided with one or two chances in our lives to shuffle the cards. The rich get richer and the poor get poorer because there is little room for change, and those who do find a different path than the one chosen for them were just lucky enough to stumble onto one of those few, precious outs life gives us. If that is the case, then I believe I blew my chance.