Post-destination

I did not think my life would be this way
Yet would not change a thing that has occurred;
Perhaps this is the meaning of the word
Destiny, and maybe, as they say,
It all was meant to be. Maybe today
Was fated from the start, and how I stirred,
What I became, the liver of a bird
Could have predicted long ago. It may
Be so. But I, for one, have certain doubts,
For fate and I were always on the outs,
And I am certain life is merely chance.
That doesn't mean that I devalue this,
Or would rejected a predestinate kiss,
But simply that this way there's more romance.