To a kid, it is just a container for his old toys. To a student, it is where he keeps his bad test papers. To a teenager, it is basket case for the letters of an ex-lover. To a writer, it is where files of rejected drafts are thrown. But to a street children, it is where they depend on to live.
Life is what we make it. I don't believe in destiny. Everything has a reason. It is either for the good or they other way. You just have to be prepared all the time. Be responsible enough in everything you do. Consequences follow in every mistake you commit.