Fate, the fickle trickster, plays with our hearts like a puppeteer pulling the strings of destiny. It dangles the promise of happiness before our eager eyes, only to snatch it away at the last moment, leaving us feeling like foolish dreamers chasing after an elusive mirage.

We are told that fate is a cruel jester, offering us empty hands while whispering sweet promises in our ears. It teases us with the possibility of joy and fulfillment, only to laugh as we stumble and fall in our pursuit of it. We are left feeling like hapless fools, duped by fate’s cruel game of chance.

But perhaps, in the end, it is not fate that makes a mockery of us, but our own relentless yearning for something beyond our grasp. Maybe it is our own desires and expectations that lead us astray, blinding us to the truth that happiness cannot be promised or guaranteed.

Let us not be fooled by fate’s tantalizing illusions, but instead, let us find contentment in the simple moments and small victories that come our way. For in the end, it is not the grand promises of fate that bring us true joy, but the humble and genuine experiences that fill our hearts with warmth and gratitude.

© Beatriz Esmer