what fate has brought us here...

an old sometimes-friend of mine blogged about me and a conversation we had over IM a few months ago. and for whatever reason i've been thinking a lot recently about something in particular that he said.

She did the Instant Messenger version of a shrug & said she doesn't worry about it, she believes in fate. That's all fine & good. I confess, I'm more the blood, the sweat, the tears type, myself.

i do believe in fate, it's true. and i said those very words during the course of our IM conversation. however, what strikes me about his comment is that his thought process implies that fate and my belief in it precludes the blood, sweat and tears he reveres. this, in fact, is the exact opposite of the truth of fate i believe in. the fact that i keep looking him up whenever we lose track of each other should indicate that anyway....but let me just explain a bit further what i mean about fate.

i think that fate is about predestination but not necessarily anything about how we get there. i think there are certain things meant to happen, certain people we are meant to meet, and places we will eventually end up within our lives, even if our path to that destination is up to us. i also believe everything happens for a reason, and that doesn't always mean good or bad. and i think that fate is just the natural culmination of our desires and our work, whether that work be in the same area of our lives and selves as those desires or not. it's sort of like the butterfly effect, and the balance of karma.

so the end of that is, i believe in dreaming like everything is up to fate and living like everything is up to me. because using fate as an excuse to be lazy just offers up a different, less satisfying fate. and because i believe i do create my own destiny through blood, sweat, tears....and other things.

peace.