faith

Everyday, we make decisions. Where to go. What to do. How to get there. We live in a world of choices, yet, at times, we struggle and complain about not having the freedom to choose.

I am a creature of science, and as such, do not greatly believe in the influence of fate. When you get to the point of having to pick between forks in the road, does fate have anything to do with the path that you will choose? Do they null the mistakes you commit when you happen to have chosen the wrong road to take? When does fate end and responsibility begin?

You turn your head, look around you, and suddenly your perspective wavers. It is no longer about what you have, or what you can achieve, but rather, it becomes what they have that you don't. The world suddenly turns into a violent hand, slapping away at your consciousness, mocking you and asking more of that which you do not have. Then, you realise that you own nothing and drown in that nothingness that you perceive of. Is it valid then, to say that it is fate that chose your circumstance, in that moment?

Sometimes, we blame things and people other than ourselves, because it is easier that way. It is easier to have someone or something to throw knives at instead of being honest. No one desires to be on the receiving end of the guillotine, obviously. The blade is a tad too sharp and no one wants pain. Or death.

Still, in the deepest part of our hearts, we hope.