One of my favourite stories about Napoleon of all time.
As a young soldier he visits a fortune teller. She reads his palm and says:
“You’re clever. You’re bold. But you’ll never be great.”
“Why not?” He says
She points to his palm and says.
“You lack the line of destiny. The mark of history great leaders.”
So without hesitation. he pulls out a knife. Carves a deep line across his palm. Exactly where the line of destiny ought to be. Blood drips.
He tells the fortune teller.
“Then I shall make my own destiny.”
Stop waiting for fate. Carve your own destiny.