Today's word of the day is "fate." By definition it means, "a power that predetermines events." Some people live their entire lives believing in fate, while others don't believe in at all. I would prefer to believe in it, but if we're honest, doesn't everyone?
Does anyone really want to accept the idea that we've been placed on the Earth to procreate and die? We all want to know that there's a plan to all this chaos, death, and disease. We want to know that no matter what we do, how we do it or why we do it (whatever it is that we're doing), that we were always suppose to do it.
I want to know that everthing I've went through, from hell to highwater, to everything I will ever go through is leading to something greater than myself. I want to know that the tears I've cried were more than just stains on my pillow. I want to know that my pain, my hurt, my stuggles did and will make me a stonger and better person; then I can go to sleep at night saying that it was always suppose to happen.
I want to know that everything has a purpose. My failures have made me work harder, my mistakes have made me wiser, my pain has made me stronger. We all want to know that everything was always supposed to be. We all want to know that the little girl died for a reason. The idea of fate and predetermined purpose helps comfort us from the true trauma and horrors of reality.
But even with that, I think the most comforting thing about fate is the idea that we are not responsible for anything because it was always going to be that way. There's a strange feeling of freedom that comes from the idea that nothing is in our control. We lose all accountability. We are free from choice and from truth and from reality. We become children and fate becomes our mother and our father.
I don't know if fate exist, and if it does, I don't know what fate has in store for me. If fate is real, then it's a power that never reveals itself until the end of the story. It's a puzzle. You'll never see the picture until time has revealed all its pieces.
Does anyone really want to accept the idea that we've been placed on the Earth to procreate and die? We all want to know that there's a plan to all this chaos, death, and disease. We want to know that no matter what we do, how we do it or why we do it (whatever it is that we're doing), that we were always suppose to do it.
I want to know that everthing I've went through, from hell to highwater, to everything I will ever go through is leading to something greater than myself. I want to know that the tears I've cried were more than just stains on my pillow. I want to know that my pain, my hurt, my stuggles did and will make me a stonger and better person; then I can go to sleep at night saying that it was always suppose to happen.
I want to know that everything has a purpose. My failures have made me work harder, my mistakes have made me wiser, my pain has made me stronger. We all want to know that everything was always supposed to be. We all want to know that the little girl died for a reason. The idea of fate and predetermined purpose helps comfort us from the true trauma and horrors of reality.
But even with that, I think the most comforting thing about fate is the idea that we are not responsible for anything because it was always going to be that way. There's a strange feeling of freedom that comes from the idea that nothing is in our control. We lose all accountability. We are free from choice and from truth and from reality. We become children and fate becomes our mother and our father.
I don't know if fate exist, and if it does, I don't know what fate has in store for me. If fate is real, then it's a power that never reveals itself until the end of the story. It's a puzzle. You'll never see the picture until time has revealed all its pieces.
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