Fate

When I was three, I was care free
When I was five, I mimicked how dad would drive
When I was eight, I learnt to skate
When I was eleven, I thought school was heaven
When I was thirteen, I loved my blue denim jean
When I was sixteen, I hated routine
When I was eighteen, I saw the first PVR screen
When I was twenty-one, I deeply loved someone
When I was tewnty-four, I fell flat on the floor
When I was twenty-six, I became a skeptic
Today I am twenty-eight, I am looking to novate
At twenty-eight, I speculate and contemplate
Is this what is fate?