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" 'It is destiny' - phrase of the weak human heart! 'It is destiny' - dark apology for every error! The strong and virtuous admit no destiny."
Is it a failure of virtue, or courage, this belief in 'fate'?
I've had reason to think about it, lately. 'M not sleeping much the last several days. I know people who argue that some future events are unavoidable. Maybe they find it a comfort, to think that their mistakes or losses aren't anyone's fault, but something that couldn't be averted. Dabs of color in some grand Mosaic of Creation. Whether one refers to past history, society's patterns, genetics, or the 'Flying Spaghetti Monster', to mean 'destiny', it's a common theme.
It allows others to hope, too, I suppose, that things will eventually be set right by some greater power or untouchable influence.
I can't let myself believe that anymore, if I ever did. I don't know what I think of the Creator. I still pray. Yet I also think, if I ever meet said God face to face, I'm going to want some answers. "It was meant to be" explains nothing.
Why have memory if not to see the past and learn from it? Intelligence, if not to adapt and change?
Saying that there's a Greater Purpose in following the path of least resistance, or allowing matters to unfold naturally? That's a choice, too. A cornerstone in a wall that closes in on yourself, building your own prison.
Think it's predestined? Yank a single brick out of a wall at the bottom, and watch the rest crumble or crack.
Yes it's a lousy metaphor. You have better? I'll listen.
Muse: Ryan Bullock
Fandom: Original fiction
Word count: 150
Is it a failure of virtue, or courage, this belief in 'fate'?
I've had reason to think about it, lately. 'M not sleeping much the last several days. I know people who argue that some future events are unavoidable. Maybe they find it a comfort, to think that their mistakes or losses aren't anyone's fault, but something that couldn't be averted. Dabs of color in some grand Mosaic of Creation. Whether one refers to past history, society's patterns, genetics, or the 'Flying Spaghetti Monster', to mean 'destiny', it's a common theme.
It allows others to hope, too, I suppose, that things will eventually be set right by some greater power or untouchable influence.
I can't let myself believe that anymore, if I ever did. I don't know what I think of the Creator. I still pray. Yet I also think, if I ever meet said God face to face, I'm going to want some answers. "It was meant to be" explains nothing.
Why have memory if not to see the past and learn from it? Intelligence, if not to adapt and change?
Saying that there's a Greater Purpose in following the path of least resistance, or allowing matters to unfold naturally? That's a choice, too. A cornerstone in a wall that closes in on yourself, building your own prison.
Think it's predestined? Yank a single brick out of a wall at the bottom, and watch the rest crumble or crack.
Yes it's a lousy metaphor. You have better? I'll listen.
Muse: Ryan Bullock
Fandom: Original fiction
Word count: 150