Does anyone here believe in fate? Are each of our lives really already planned out for the most part? It's a weird thought to think we have a destiny that we can't change...
I think everything is planned to a certain extent. Like, I think when we are in the transition between death and rebirth, we choose to be reincarnated with the same group of souls we've been with and then you run in to these soulmates throughout life, like when you meet someone and everything just clicks and you are comfortable with them immediately. And we choose what we have to struggle with in order to advance as a soul. But I believe there is some wiggle room and free will that exists, just the basic outline of life is planned.
interesting...kind of similar to my views in a way..like the whole basic outline concept..but i like the "transition between death and rebirth" thing
Fate presents us with opportunities. It is our decision as to what to do with those opportunities. In other words, fate decides what opportuinities are presented to us, but we decide the outcome.
i dont believe in fate, but i do believe that one little choice good or bad can change your life forever, i usually think about what would have happened it my neighbor adnt moved to israel, we were best friends and she moved away, and now i havent said more that i think three maybe four paragraphs to each other, shes been back for 5 years, maybe if she hadnt left we would be dating and i might have gottne married, but i could have let my soulmate slip away and we may never be happy again. this is the shit i think about
Thats heavy shit dude^^^ I beleive in fate to an extent... I think certain aspects of you life are set up for you like how long you live or how your personality is
I think that fate is a man's way of giving up personal responability for his past actions, and for fear of not living up to what he or others expect of him. Of course it is natural for humans to shift personaly responibility from themsleves to a manifected entity( be it fate, god, or the flying spageti monster) but I find when we put more stock in our own choices and live for each moment we are ultimently happier
it has been said that something as small as the flutter of a butterfly's wing can ultimately cause a typhoon halfway around the world
to believe in fate, you have to believe in a power outside of yourself which can force your hand in something (a situation). some people feel that you can influence things to happen, or not happen. fate is a way of giving up. if fate exists, then it doesn't matter what we do. i think that lessons are learned in hard conditions, but fate is like self pity. it has no place in my beliefs. when i was little my parents got divorced, and by the time i was in kindergarten/ first grade i was planning on running away or killing myself. i was sure that i had screwed up my parents lives, they didn't need me, i was a nuisance. when i was 10 my mom moved us to colorado, and didn't tell us until we got there. i only recently found my very best friend... through the wretched miracle of myspace. my father and stepmother sued for custody, bringing up my mothers old drug habits, and claiming that they were dealing coke out of our home. my mom showed me the paperwork accusing her of, among other things, being a bad parent. i went to live in new york, and was treated as an inferior. i used to sit in front of my mirror with a skirt and watch my face turn purple, letting the blood whoosh out before i actually succeeded in killing myself. when i finally had enough, and decided to move back with my mom, i made my father cry. thats a really tough thing to deal with. high school was a series of bad breakups. not much of a series, but all a result of my feelings. luckily i don't regret them now, not even the one to which i lost my virginity. seems not many people can say that these days. the night of september 10, 2001 i had an unnerving dream about planes crashing into tall buildings. i watched from my ceramics class the next morning as the vivid premonition came to life. thats why i smoke before bed, i cant handle the dreams. the summer i graduated high school my poppi died. he had alhzeimers, but he never once forgot me, or anything i had been through in my life. i asked my friend with benefits if he wanted to be BF/GF, and he said no. i left him for the navy, and broke his heart. i almost married someone i didn't even know. when i came back home, he took me back, and i couldn't love him more today. we had 2 miscarriages before getting pregnant with twins. then i lost one of them to SIDS, and found myself with a strange view of life and death since then. i recently found out that SIDS is linked to failing the first hearing test, if only i had known sooner. there is a theme in my life, and it is pain. both dealt and recieved by me. achy heart, tortured soul. Lypiphera. but i refuse to be fated to anything.
