Perhaps

Perhaps this was how I was suppose to go. Years and years of learning about life, growing and living, only to be here now, falling. My life had lead to this. A baby born in 1998 was meant to die in 2019, if only my mother had known, if only I had known. I would've lived my life differently. I would've said, "Fuck it," to being scared. I would have put aside doubt in myself to really live a little. Although, perhaps, this was all my life was suppose to be. I had lived the life etched out for me since my inception. Perhaps I could've have changed a thing. I find it miraculous how millions of what-ifs and possilities can race through my mind before I hit the ground.