I don't believe in destiny for the leaves of my book are clear and the pen that I hold in the fast flowing ink will form words that start to cohere. I will not believe that the road ahead is already laid out to the grave, that the garden I walk is merely cosmetic, divided by a long line of pave. I don't believe that religion or any imaginary friend, can dictate my course or predict the lay of the lawns that I carefully tend. They say that we're all born sinners, must live our lives on our knees, grovelling like animals and begging forgiveness from a creation that nobody see's. I do not believe in fate, this is surely a farcical fancy and leaves the traveller in the hands of the helpless, desperate to raise up the ante. For to follow a fanciful fool or the voice at the back of the room, is to relinquish hold on the reins of your life and be destined to live out the gloom. I believe that we all have the power to live; the drive to do right as we feel, that we don't need a flock or surrender to fate nor the call of a distant bell's peel. Be true to yourself and the path that you take, don't follow the lies and deceit, dig deep down inside for the strength you possess and defiantly deny your defeat. * Written by Darren Scanlon 5th November 2015 © 2015 Darren Scanlon. All rights reserved.