Nothing ever was. Including you, me and the Universe. Hard to “let it go”, as the Frozen Snow Queen sings. We reject pure chance, preferring to perceive purpose in everything. De Gaulle deemed he had a destiny. He was a great man, and perhaps would have achieved less greatness had he not been driven by his illusion. The concept of destiny is as unfounded as predestination, an even more pernicious myth.
“Religion poisons everything”, dixit Hitch. It has certainly contaminated our language. God bless you.