the predetermined, usually inevitable or irresistible, course of events.
I’ve written about this topic before, but after years and years of contemplating it, I still don’t know if I believe in it or not.
If destiny is real, then my life was always going to turn out exactly as it is. Accepting that means I can stop beating myself up for any mistakes I’ve made. It’s pretty tempting. It also means I have very little power over my own life. Not a very pleasant thought.
So I came up with an idea, two ideas really. What if both of those are true? Or what if neither is?
What if it doesn’t matter? (I guess that’s three ideas, not two).
In the end, though, I can’t help myself. I try. No matter what I’m faced with, I try to orchestrate the best possible outcome.
Maybe I’m destined to struggle against destiny.