I can choose the way I live my life, but I cannot choose the date and place of my birth.
I can choose to love or hate them, but I cannot choose my family.
I can choose my friends and lovers, but I cannot make them choose me.
I can choose how many children I want, but I cannot choose if they will be given to me.
I can choose the treatment, but I cannot choose the illness.
I can choose to give up or to carry on, but I cannot choose the loss of a loved one.
I can choose the road on which I travel, but I cannot choose where it may end.
The rest is destiny and I can only pray that she smiles upon me.