I wonder if I am going down the path "destined" for me. But that thought string has so many holes it in I could use it as a fishnet. Destiny is inevitable, and therefore I cannot be going down the wrong path. But if everything is inevitable, then why bother deciding, choosing, having free will. But if by not acting on our "free will", what if that is my destiny. And that logic loop goes on for quite some time until dizzy minds either relent or come up with non-logical solutions. So in the end it boils down to two beliefs as to the clockwork of the world. There is destiny or there is not. More on that later, but first...
Don't give me that crap that you can choose your destiny. If you believe this then you are not using that word in it's correct definition.
Webster lend me a hand here: Webster's Definition
1 : something to which a person or thing is destined : fortune
2 : a predetermined course of events often held to be an irresistible power or agency
Oxford wants a say in this as well: Oxford Destiny
1 the events that will happen to a person, regarded as predetermined by fate.
2 the hidden power believed to control this; fate.
If you believe in destiny then you cannot change the course it takes. You are driving down the road and you cannot turn left or right. The scenery will change but the road you are on has a clear defined end. The trees, bushes, mountains to your left and right are essentially your life. If you believe in destiny, then life, to oversimplify, is a movie. You can only watch it play out and not reach out to affect it's outcome for better or worse. I wonder if anyone has ever put it that way for you.
You either believe you are watching the movie, or you are creating the movie. You are either the master or the slave. You are either chained or set free. You are either being pushed or pushing. (I hope I am not destroying your romantic, beautiful, poetic image of destiny. I sincerely apologize if I am. I just want to place in perspective the two views because there is not middle ground. At least not any I am willing to accept)
Destiny is beautiful in it's own right, in it's own ways, in it's own world. It's an amazingly breathtaking thought to think that the person you have spent ten memorable years with was destined to be with you. When a meeting that seemed to happen so easily it could not be mere chance. But when you break through the pretty, shiny hollywood image, you realize you're on the logical train that you have no control over what happens. You are a passenger on the plane and the captain can nosedive you into the sandy dunes below. The person you spent ten memorable years with, you are stuck with, even if those ten memorable years have drained all the blue from your eyes. No control, you'll just have to watch. Destiny is a spectator sport whether impossible three pointers or violent mangled accidents. Don't close your eyes, you can't.
The opposite side of the coin, free-will? Choice? Whatever you want to call it, you don't beleive in destiny. You believe you make your own choices. You could either go have coffee and meet Mr. Incredible or go have lunch and have a salad. It's up to you. The world is your playground, your sandbox, your stone block waiting to be scuplted. An infinite amount of choices are laid before you like a sultan persusing the local talent for a new wife (Ha I needed at least one chauvanistic joke) What could possibly be wrong with Choice? Too many choices and you become overwhelemed. No direction, no bearing. You are but a pinprick in a vast world of choices with no clear heading wandering aimlessly until you find something you'll settle for because you know you aren't stuck here but rather you choose to be here. There is no end. It's infinite. Running a race with no end gets tiresome, don't you think? Pretty soon you don't know what you want that sand to be anymore, you've chipped away at the stone so much it doesn't looks amorphous now. Then you hear people say "I don't know what I'm suppose to do." Apparently, you can do whatever you want. Tough luck, no high power will decide that for you now free thinker.
I beleive... well... I don't care. If there is a path for me already laid out, then why the hell should I worry about what I do because I'll end up where I'm suppose to be anyways. If destiny does not exist then I'm still going to act, react, speak, think as I always have because just being me will lead to where I want to be. I find that either way it does not change the way I will exist in my daily life. It's a far away concept. Both of them. And it doesn't affect me in a tangible way. I'm still going to smoke, write my silly poems, and think all sorts of ludicrous thoughts. I believe in something entirely different. I'm just fun like that.
Inwardly Obtrusive,
ShadowlessTomorrow
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