I have to take a moment to wonder. When we decided that our fate is predestine, do we give way to history?
At a glace most certainly, right? Is that not what destiny means? That everything will be one way. You act as history says. Could it be that simple? Of course not. Everywhere at anytime we find treasures of the past that bring a new light to an old story.
A note found in a small cottage, unpleasant in the most courteous way, but what of it match? A journal hidden deep in an old desk, in a place that may have been more than a little grand. The yellowed pages telling of a marriage far beyond control, how desperately he ached for the part of his soul far away in a small cottage. How no matter how much he wanted he needed more to know that he had never dirty their love by making it a secret.
Now say the girl who found the note believe this man to be cruel. Would her opinion not change if she knew of the journal? If we know from our documents that this affair between classes ended but in that reality, years ago, this unknown man and woman came together again? Somewhere along the way say the same girl or another finds proof of this too. Do they not change the history they know.
Is out destiny like that? Changing as we find bits of the world, of the people in it? Predestine. Is it possible at all? One person must spin a million webs to interrelate one event to another. Is possible to link them all in all humanity? To call, what an ever reforming person would do in a vast amount of moments ?