The universe works in strange ways. Ways sometimes unfathomable.
What is it really, fate? Common understanding would say it’s what has been written. Events that have been pre-ordained since the beginning of time immemorial. That maybe, but why then do we feel tempted to change our fates, change our destinies? If everything has been decided, CAN we change them? No one really knows. I for one, knows that the answer to that, I have not.
In recent times, fate has dealt me a sickening amount of odd hands. From life to work to love. Nothing has been what was expected. In the beginning, it all seems like everything is rosy and peachy. Like there was nothing in the world that can stop me. But then, fate is a cruel mistress… When all things seems to go up, it deals a final blow. A death blow. Then everything takes a turn… down. Going down and down in twisting spiral I seem to lose track of what’s important. Of what matters most. I resign to that fate…
But that was then. Now, after long periods of thinking, cognition and self measurement, I’ve had moments of clarity. An epiphany of sorts. A stream of conscious thoughts that has woken me from my long slumber. Where am I? What am I doing? Where am I headed? The barrage of questions never ending. To all that I now have answers for. I have risen. There will be no more hiding. No more cowering. No more sitting down while fate mocks me for my inactivity. I’m done being picked up, shaken, chewed and spat out.
Fate may deal me any hand it chooses. This time around, I will not just accept what it gives me. I will fight if needed. I will change my fate. Change my destiny. There’s nothing it can do to bring me down again. No more. The hands of fate are not all unknown. There are signs. There are portents to what it holds. Futile or not, I will exert every amount of will I have to change it if required. I will impose MY will on fate. I will make do of what comes and when the time comes, bend it to that will and make it work. Come then fate, let us see.
And again, I tempt fate…
