They say we are only given challenges that we can handle. They say that the “unmoved mover” and the universe have their own way of awarding us things that we could bite and chew which decide our fate. But may I ask by which standards do these awards are being benchmarked against? By asking, do I necessarily question my faith? And by asking, do I thwart myself out of driving a point?
Fate and faith are separated by a thin line. Philosophers would argue that we decide our fate as we were given the liberty to live our lives the way we see it fit. Given that liberty we are also making ourselves accountable for our actions so that later on we can be judged based on these actions carried out with will and volition. But faith teaches us to accept that there is a greater design - a design that puts us in a destined place in the larger scheme of beings. And that the mere existence of this design teaches us to believe that things that are meant to be will be meant to be; that things that are not meant to be will never be meant to be. That is a whole new story versus the latter, if you ask me. Around us are battles that we need to fight - battles that will very well define our destiny. Whether they’re destined to be our fight and whether we’re destined to win or lose is something that we could only make a hypothesis of. But here’s a two cents worth on that matter - I remember one person saying 'we only fight battles that we could win'. I agree. These are battles that are material to how we become a substance more than a mere existence. While some will say that failure teaches certain values of maturity, I have my reservations against failing just to learn. A lost cause provides enough precaution before it blows out of proportion. A dead end usually winds up before it cuts you short. So, is it worth to live and fight another day? I say take the hint, cruise along and die another day. I asked 'by which standards are challenges benchmarked against' as I would like to understand why do we need to take the hit on such inexplicable levels. Fate. Destiny. There you go again. But seriously, I am intrigued and fascinated why such tests must come in like torrential rains pouring as hard as it could, flooding ones’ shabby condition, exacerbating what seems to be an already deplorable state? In an attempt to put reason behind the interplay of cause, causalities and the whole nine yards, we either end up more confused or making lame excuses for the very things that have dampen our spirits. Now, where do we lean on moving forward? Do I daresay I make my own fate as I decide which battles I can only fight, or has the great design all figured that out, that a destination has been written and predestination decided nevertheless?
Today I resign from all of these. Tomorrow is another day. Or maybe I’ll do it tomorrow for the morrow after tomorrow, is yet another day.
Today I resign from all of these. Tomorrow is another day. Or maybe I’ll do it tomorrow for the morrow after tomorrow, is yet another day.
