What woud I like to do?

I would like to rip some books into two and shred their pages into bits with my fingers.

I would like intentionally run my bike handles against the side of pristine painted cars.

I would like to take some cermaic mugs and glasses and fling them against a wall and watch them break into small fragments.

I would like to pull the hair and scratch the faces of some people I don't like.

I would like to throw my phone across the room.

I would like yell at the top of my voice.

I would like to say cruel and spiteful things to some people and make them cry.

Fate Versus Destiny

I was probably eleven or maybe twelve years old, when I asked a beloved English teacher,"Miss, what is difference between fate and destiny"?


I remember her, looking at me thoughtfully, tapping a chalk against her lips, recollecting a distant memory.

She then told me,"Deepti, I heard this somewhere and I repeat it to you. I hope you do understand it".

"Fate is the canvas gifted to an artist. Destiny is what the he chooses to paint on it".

I thought I understood it well.