hardheadjarhead
Senior Master
Jade Tigress said:Do you believe in fate, or destiny? Are you set on a certain track in life? Can it be changed? Or are you *destined* to your fate in an unchangeable way. By that I mean, we can try to make changes in our lives, we can be proactive and do this, or do that. But will destiny always bring us back to our fate by determining the success, or failure, of those attempts?
No, I don't believe it...but I could be wrong.
The problem I have with the notion of destiny is that it becomes a very easy trap for a person to fall into and whereby we can rationalize our successes and failures.
"It was just meant to be" in explaining the death of a child overlooks the doctor's or the parent's error. "This is my lot in life" becomes the excuse for not overcoming our fears, working for a formal education, and getting out of the factory. "Its our destiny" turns into the very silly litany of young people everywhere who are certain they've found their soul-mate...only to find out their little love-biscuit is actually a raging co-dependent with control issues that make a Calvinist look tepid in nature.
Now, granted, someone working through their karma is trying to avoid this trap and take personal responsibility for their life and actions...but as I've shown above the phrases are reflective of a hand-wringing "woe is me" jeremiad that pervades our country. Unless, of course, we win the lottery...at which point the reverse of the process takes place and we've been blessed by God/fate/Lady Luck/(insert supernatural causation here).
I tend to believe in probabilities, allowing for that rare anomaly and fully recognizing cause and effect. Hard work might...or might not...improve our lot in life. We can not realistically say "anything is possible!" when addressing our aspirations. Some of us, for all our dreams and efforts, will never break the four minute mile or make a million dollars.
I suspect I will be tempted to believe otherwise if my life goes downhill, and I might say "Why me?" The question is rhetorical, directed at the heartless Gods as well as to no one in particular. If wisdom prevails I can look at everyone else and accept "why NOT me?" I'm not special. I'll lose loved ones. I'll get sick. I'll fail at something...as does everyone else. I'll also probably use the word "luck" in casual conversation, and flippantly say things like "The Gods smiled on thee." It is too much effort not to.
I'll end this with a poem by Edwin Arlington Robinson (Mods note: This is public domain). It is darkly existential, brutally candid, and speaks to those of us who no longer believe in fate and blessings or the gifts of the divine. It also speaks to those who do.
WHENEVER Richard Cory went down town,
We people on the pavement looked at him:
He was a gentleman from sole to crown,
Clean favored, and imperially slim.
And he was always quietly arrayed,
And he was always human when he talked;
But still he fluttered pulses when he said,
"Good-morning," and he glittered when he walked.
And he was rich—yes, richer than a king,
And admirably schooled in every grace:
In fine, we thought that he was everything
To make us wish that we were in his place.
So on we worked, and waited for the light,
And went without the meat, and cursed the bread;
And Richard Cory, one calm summer night,
Went home and put a bullet through his head.
Regards,
Steve