Why do some people have children and some people have no children and daughters?

Recently, I often see many people on the internet saying that people have a destiny in their lives and everything is doomed. Everything is life, and people can do anything. People are helpless about what they are destined to do. They can only accept it unconditionally, but they can't fight their fate. Sometimes there must be something in life, and there is no need to force it in life.

Take the fact that we have children in our lives, some people have been children all their lives; Some people only have sons or daughters; Some people gave birth to several children, but all died halfway for one reason or another. No one can tell whether it was an accident or a childless fate.

I always feel that life is ambiguous, mysterious, mysterious, existing as a mystery, and inexplicable as a mystery.

Take the marriage in life as an example, many people also think that marriage is predestined, and it is difficult to hold hands because of the fate of thousands of miles. Beauty is in the eye of the destined lover; It's not too early or too late to catch up; Destiny takes a hand, we walked a big circle and met again. And some two people love each other to death, but they can't be together for one reason or another.

Marriage collocation is also curious and helpless. A good wife has no hero, and a hero has no wife. Some couples come from two different places and families, but they look like brothers and sisters.

Besides, people have money all their lives, and some people say that the rich and the poor are predestined. Life has five liters, so you don't need five watches. I remember when I was a child, my grandfather once told a story that a neighbor's girl married the local landlord. As a result, after a few years of marriage, people had accidents one after another, and the house they finally lived in was destroyed by fire, leading a poor life.

Some people, who were poor at first, turned the corner and became rich. From poor to rich, from rich to poor, the reason, no one can tell, is it destiny, fate or luck?