THE LAST FATE
Writing Practice.
A wish is a wish until it is not. We all crave an outcome and superstition fabricates many opportunities for it, but a wish is never the wish you’d expect. You may wish on a stray lash, carefully plucking it from your cheek to blow it into the wind, but your wish will never come true, no matter how hard you keep it to yourself. You wish on candles, holding your breath and believing that just because you blew them all out you are worthy enough for what you desire. You wish upon stars, at certain times, throwing coins. You wish and you wish, but life isn’t at kind as you might, well, wish.
The wishes that come true are never the ones that you wish for. The wishes that come true are the silent curses under your breath, the misfortunes that we thirst for. You hope your ex’s new girlfriend is uglier than you. You wish that person who snapped at you would fall on their face. You wish for death, destruction, and misfortune. But yet, you are most surprised when it all happens.
Life is not the perfect bite of a sweet, juicy pear. You will regret what you wish for, I’m telling you now. You wish for your grandma to “just die already”, a trespassing thought you’d never own up to, but once I take her last breath, you weep and pray for anything. You wish and wish and wish for her to come back, for her to have a happy life and a calm death, but it’s too late.
We all must pay for everything someday. You wish for happiness, but from whom must I reap the sadness? There can only be so much of something in the world. Like matter, you can not create or destroy it; It is all simply displaced. People suffer in the third world and you wish for their safety, but yet you have a lavish life with freedoms they can’t even fathom. Where do you think it comes from?
You curse my name and wish me dead, but you cannot defeat Death herself. I am Fate, Destiny, Kismet, Providence. I am the stars and the skies, the light and the dark. You cannot summon me without paying a price. I avenge my sisters, Clotho and Lachesis, their devotion to humanity costing their lives.
You humans disgust me, belittling me to be a cancer, a suicide. How dare you think that I am only pain. I bring the life and the resurrection of the world around you. I employ the roots of trees to break through the urbanization you have tainted the world with. I free those from the pains of the mind and body. I give you your chances and opportunities and yet you ask for more. How dare you betray me with curses and hexes.
I am life and death. I am the answer to all of your prayers and the granter of any wishes. Your gods are dead and I live on, letting the entire world turn out of the kindness of my heart.
Who am I? My name is Atropos and you will pay with your death.
