CALL ME SKEPTIC,PESSIMISTIC,CALL ME
WHATEVER YOU LIKE,BUT DON`T TALK FATE TO ME.
This
fate is a line, an unbreakable chain of events, a path set aside for none but
you, to walk along. Some are born this path, others find it along their
journey, others die on stranger paths. Whatever your path is, a path of
suffering, sacrifice, unending love, it’s your path, your fate; you dine and
die along your path. Stories are told of saints, martyrs, missionaries, the
bearded guy on the cross himself, these people are known to have fated lives of
sacrifice and suffering, their fate had been chosen, to live and die for a
greater good. Pontius Pilate himself sauntered along his chosen path, he washed
his hands of Jesus, he had been chosen to do that, he had been destined (ah
there, this word had been eluding me) to do just that.
Big
minds, I’m talking Heraclitus, Kant, Spinoza: people that dwelled on writing
huge paragraphs in very weird English explaining a single word, and had you
either bored or lost(mainly both, in the reverse order), articles that
we now describe as “wise words”, “philosophy”….these people also clashed when
defining fate, destiny.
If
fate really was all it is, it means freedom is really the will of the horse on
which we ride along destiny. We are mere driftwoods in the river of life. The
law of fate is static, we only believe we are free when we make a choice into a
predetermined path, a choice that was already made for us. The murderer, the
harlot, the priest with lots of candy, the president killing gay people, the
gay people being killed, the referee that gave the lame ass red card (costed
us the game by the way), the bully, the partner that cheated after years in
a relationship: destiny made them this. They walked right into a path, a law
unbreakable; they chose their way in life from a choice of one.
I
believe in dynamics, I believe in what is termed as free will, mind freedom. I
believe that there are way too many fates and destinies in my path, they are
flowers, scrubs, trees, little children running past me, the wind blowing into
my ear…beard, I get to choose the scrub I stop to pee at, the flower I get to
smell, the little kid I trip(don’t judge). I believe in free thinking, I
mess up, it’s my fight. I fail, I suffer, I love, I win, whatever I do, I will
have made that choice for myself, I will have chosen my own path, and I will
switch any path any time I want to.
I
AM MY OWN FRIGGIN DESTINY!!!!
