“Fate binds all”

I
guess for me this quote is very ironic, because they say that fate
decides weather who lives or who dies. Whenever I see an accident on
the road, I can’t help but think who decides what happens to whom? Who
dies? Who lives?

I know it sounds stupid, but whenever I’m driving and my auto lights
are all off in the middle of the night, it seems like your life depends
on fate; my mind keeps on running, filled with questions on what is
going to happen? Am I going to be hit by another car? Or suffer from
heart attack in the middle of the road?

You
see, whenever I turn off my car lights and believe that I am not going
to die while I am driving blind in the night and the path is like a
never ending abyss of darkness, I am putting myself in the hands of
fate. I am risking my life as if saying I’m ready to give up my mortal
life.

If
fate is true, then why I am still alive? And after all these years I
never met any accident nor had a drastic night. I love gambling with
death—a bizarre reason I use to turn off my headlights so I won’t see
the path. I guess it is what you call free will.