Destiny?

Is there a destiny? Is it changeable? I have no wish to be my mother or my father. No wish to repeat the mistakes of former generations.I want more than my family has to give and this private destiny I hold inside.To break the mold of my family, to accomplish my dreams. But oh how life tries to throw me those cards of despair, those cards of trickery. Life tries to trap me in the same fate of my mother.
A tragic life exhausted and put out before its time. A life spent looking for a false love.
Love... what is this elusive butterfly? Not a butterfly at all, only a word to describe our feelings of caring for a stranger. Love is a word to replace mating partner because no one wants to think humans are animals. But we are, there is a need inside us an instinct to reproduce. Continue our line from generation to generation. A need to exist on this planet.
So many foolish people have thrown their lives away for love only to discover the truth-there is no love. Only a mutual acceptance and likes. Love is only a word. Destiny is only a word.
Destiny tries us all, picking us off one by one, like pheasants being hunted. Control your fate with your own hands. Don't sit by and let life go on its merry way. Break it, break the wild spirit of life, control your destiny, craft your life.