Sometimes you have no choice but to believe in fate.

You’re just a child from an ordinary working-class family.
Deep down in your bones, you carry the marks of your original family.
Your understanding, your ideas, and even your thinking patterns have been profoundly, imperceptibly shaped.
You try hard to climb upward, but this well is simply too high.
You manage to climb halfway, thinking you’re about to break free.
But somehow, for no reason you can explain, something always pulls you back down.
The more you refuse to accept your fate, the more destiny toys with you.
Until you’re mired deep in the mud.