Fate

Fate has been debated since the day it was introduced as an idea. Is there something we're meant to do? Does every person have a path? Are things predetermined? Is it all random? Do we have a choice? There's no way to know for sure. It's usually a discussion of what you believe. Most people have an opinion on this. Fate, chance, choice, most people know what they believe. If they don't, they usually are set that they will never know. Others come to an epiphany, when something happens. When something horrible happens, the faith in fate drops drastically. How could that be part of some higher plan? Why would God or whatever you believe in do that? Many people in these instances turn to chance, where things just happen for no reason, and we have no control over it but neither does a higher power. If they did, then they would have stopped it. Others turn to choice, especiallyif the  horrible thing was a killing, or something that could be blamed on a person. Lots of people need to blame someone, to say that it happened because of that persons choice. It's hard for me to say. I don't like to make a belief for certain because in my mind there is no way to be sure. Knowing something to be true absolutely is something I don't know how to do. I'm too inquisitive to just accept something, and I have no way to check things like this. But anyway, fate. It's an interesting concept. That things all happen for a reason. Lots of people start to believe in fate when something wonderful happens. When you meet the love of your life, or your child is born, or something happens that is almost too good to be true. That's when the seed of faith blooms. It is planted when we are young, it is taught to many. It grows during these good events, and then in those wonderful times, it blooms, and people believe in fate. I've almost felt it when I meet some people. There are friends that are so great I can't believe I was lucky enough to meet them, and people so perfect for me I can hardly even process that they're in my life. It makes me want to believe in fate. In a reason for this blessing, for this life. Was it just random that I met these people? Was it fate that I tried out for that play or went to that week of camp or got into that class or went to that event? I don't know. Perhaps it was all just luck. Whatever it is, I hope that it keeps happening because I'm pretty happy right now.

"Does the walker choose the path or does the path choose the walker?" The Abhorsen trilogy by Garth Nix

On My Own

Yesterday many things, including the song On My Own from Les Mis, made me think about the idea versus the actuality of a person. In the song, she sings about loving someone, but it has gotten to the point where she loves himmore in  her imagination, where he loves her back, than in real life, where he is nothing but a friend. She isn't really in love with  him at all, just the idea of him. A version of him that only exists inside her head. It's interesting how people do that. Unrequited love leaves the person to create the relationship for themselves, to think all the time about what could(but most likely wont) happen. We can be in love with someone who doesn't actually exists, and this happens when we aren't   actually close with that person. This has happened to me with camp, in that I'm friends with someone only through Facebook and texting, so I have this idea of them that isn't always completely accurate. I've never felt in love with anyone from camp, but I have talked to some people later and realized that they have changed. Distance does that. If we don't  see them, we cant see how they've changed, which I guarantee they have. Sometimes I've felt it happen to me. Someone likes the idea of me, but I could  be replaced by someone else. It's a strange feeling, and it's different than being liked for you. I was at a concert for my schools music program, and all that music gave me some time to reflect. To think about what it feels like to be liked completely for who you are, and then it became clear what being liked as an idea felt like. It feels the same at first, but I think a lot of jealousy is born from it because of that fear of being replaced. It happens a lot in forbidden romances, because they're in love with the thrill and "danger" of it. A perfect example of this is Romeo and Juliet, who fell in love just days after Romeo proclaimed his love to Rosaline. Then there's mystery romances. The people you meet for what   seems like barely a moment and you simply must see again. That's the Cinderella effect. The actuality and the idea of a person are two very different things, but sometimes they're hard to distinguish. I'm glad I was able to when I knew someone where we both just liked the idea of each other. It was a few months ago, but it didn't make sense before now. So next time you start falling for someone, or you already have fallen, think about which of them you like better-the idea or the real?

"I love him, but only on my own."-from Les Miserables