I have written more than 500 words about my feelings about fate.

I read a philosophical story book a while ago. There are many stories in it, among which the story of fate makes me feel deeply. Fate tells the fate of two children, one was divined by a monk as the "number one scholar" and the other was a "beggar". Twenty years later, the original champion became a beggar, but the beggar became a champion.

God said, "the talent I give to everyone only accounts for one-third of his fate, and the rest depends on how he grasps it."

After reading this passage, I was very moved. Many of us can't help complaining about our bad luck when we encounter difficulties. Why can't you always grasp the development of events? Everyone wants to control their own destiny, but how many people really control their own destiny? I think we don't have to blame our own talent, let alone fate, because fate is in our own hands, and a person's life can't be without surprises. Only when we fall, we should bravely stand up, face difficulties and solve them, so that life can be full of hope. Life is an endless road, so please don't miss the lost dream. I always believe that fate is in my own hands and can be changed at any time! If you want.