Why is it that I see something happening, like, I see where that path is heading, yet I do nothing to change it.
I don’t know… like, I honestly have no idea what you’re talking about.
Like, I’ll be doing something, let’s just say I’m talking to the girl of my dreams–
Okay, no. But I’m talking to her, and then a moment arises for me to make a joke that would compliment her and make her laugh and blush, but I don’t, because I’m shy. Instead I just smile and look down.
Sounds like you’re just shy.
But I know exactly what I want, and how to get it, but for some reason I don’t go for it. Something’s holding me. It’s like I’m detached from myself where the young, dumb version of me is making all the mistakes, and the older, wiser version of me just watches and says “I told you so.” It’s like the wise version of me is always gone when I’m caught up in a crucial moment. Why can’t he just step in and make me make the right decisions?
I think that’s what fate is.