“It’s almost impossible for you to be miserable,” my best friend told me yesterday. I can’t comment on that.
Maybe it’s because I shut off my emotions sometimes, but I honestly can’t remember the last time I cried sad tears. In fact, I cry happy tears almost every time I laugh now, and I always joke about it.

But perhaps I shouldn’t joke about those things.

The truth is, I’ve seen more things than the average human has, and I am only fifteen. Most people don’t know when or how they will die. They don’t know what heaven or hell really look like nor spoken those who now exist in those realms. Not many know the exact future, or vividly remember their earlier years. Little to no one can hack the minds of others and see their memories, desires, emotions, personalities, state of mind or thoughts with a blink of an eye. I don’t know that many people who almost died twelve times. The truth is, I’m psychic.

I don’t expect those who I tell that it’s the truth, it’s their life.

The only person who really understands is my best friend. In some ways we are exactly the same, like how we both miraculously are both psychic, and can do everything the other can do. In other ways, we are polar opposites. Especially our beliefs.

My friend doesn’t like telling me what she sees if I can’t for some reason. “I don’t want to mess with fate,” she tells me. “I could end up hurting someone if I did.”

I don’t believe in the traditional definition of fate. Instead, I believe that fate is like the roots of a giant tree. Little everyday decisions can change your life (ever heard of the butterfly effect?!), therefore there is no one fate, but an immeasurable amount of them, as many paths in life as there are stars in the sky.

Before my time on Earth is up, I want to become one of those paths of fate.

I want to show as many as I can the tiny miracles that happen everyday. I want to show people the happiness that lies in every day. I want to show everyone the goodness they hold in themselves. I want to be the candle for those who are in the dark.

Maybe I’m doing this for others, or for me to push aside all the bad I’ve seen. Can it be both?

So, my best friend, yes, it is entirely possible for me to be miserable, I just choose not to.