There are so many choices you don't make. You get thrust into situations, thrown out of your warm, comfortable little circle, slapped in the face by reality, dropped into difficult patches..
You don't choose to be born into a poor or a rich household. You don't choose your parents, nor do they choose you (well they choose to have a kid in most cases, but not specifically YOU). You don't choose to crash into a car that's speeding and driving down the wrong lane.
Fate? Destiny? Chance?
Bad luck?
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