destiny has so many different definitions and people think of it in so many different ways that it’s insanely open-ended. i could be destined to be an alcoholic, which would make it not so funny and paint it in a completely different light when i joke about drinking. in fact, when it comes from me, i guess it could just be kind of morbid and depressing. maybe it’s my fate to have certain diseases or conditions. i can certainly think of a few that would fit the bill. it’s entirely conceivable, and even plausible that i am stuck in a rut that has been carved out by tradition. do traditions have a hand in destiny? if your surroundings have such a big influence on your behavior and who you are in your person, does that mean that they have a role in predetermination? “destiny” is defined as “a predetermined course of events often held to be an irresistible power or agency.”
i’d like to believe in predetermination, simply because it means that at some point in time, i will no longer be lost. but all too often, vague concepts of fate or destiny are really just lame excuses for not getting up and doing something about your life, your unhappiness, anything. i can think of so many ways in which my life is constrained, and one way to trump them all, and at risk of sounding cliche, it’s how i decide to live my life. if i am the culmination of all the choices i’ve ever made, and if there really is such a thing as fate, then at least i am the master of my own destiny. no matter how much importance i hold with the past, it will not be the thing to hold me back. and if the course of my life is already laid my out, i think i’m much happier not knowing. if every day is a struggle, embrace it.