Goddess Fortuna

Dear Goddess Fortuna,


I have heard people around the world respect you. They admire you. They believe in


you. Some say everything is dictated by your will. Others think your actions are closely


linked to sources of divine intervention. What do I think about you? I guess you will find


out in this letter.


Last night, as I was heading home after a long day of school, I heard some stories of


you. Some of them were just awful! I am sorry I doubted about you—just for a


millisecond, though! Those people said you have your “favorite ones.” I still don’t get


what they were talking about.


Dear Goddess Fortuna, could you please comfort me, just as you do with those who


believe in you whenever they feel miserable? If you have been there indeed, and I


haven’t realized it, do you remember when I was struggling so bad with my physical


condition—which only my parents know about—to the point I wished I was dead? Or


when my parents divorced and I felt so lonely? Or when my brother lost his newborn


baby, leaving us hopeless? Or when I was not sure what my life was going to be like as


I had an ambitious dream of studying abroad but had limited resources?


Goddess Fortuna, three days have gone by since I started writing this letter. One


particular thought fills up my mind at this moment: what if you are responsible for all


the pain I have gone through my entire life? Perhaps, this is what those strangers had


in mind when I heard them a few days ago. It might be extremely easy for you to just


spin your wheel and change a person’s life in the blink of an eye, according to your will.


Well, I ain’t playing that game.


Have you ever heard about Hannibal Barca? How this young Carthaginian man, against


all odds, accomplished what he once promised his father when he was 8 years old?


How Hannibal became one of Rome’s worst enemies, almost decimating it if it were not


for his empire’s betrayal? Yes, he thought his closest ones supported him no matter


what; how painful it is when those whom you consider your most intimate ones betray


you! Hannibal came across the Alps, one of the world’s largest mountain ranges, during


the worst of winters—leading not only the Carthaginian army but about 80 elephants,


too!—and defeated the Roman Empire multiple times (being the author of Rome’s


greatest defeat ever: the Battle of Cannae). Also, by just hearing his name, Rome was


shaken. And even though he was persecuted on his last years, he died with honor and


never quit.


Likewise, you may be against me and my biggest dream: to continue studying abroad.


But you know what? I do not care about it. I don’t think someone like you has power


over my life. I will keep fighting and fighting and fighting until I see my dream come


true, whether you like it or not. So, beware, because I plan fighting until my very last


breath. You think you have power over everyone’s life? I don’t think so. Not mine.



I have heard people around the world respect you. They admire you. They believe in


you, Fortuna. Not me.  


This poem is about: 
Our world


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