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Snow Days

Life’s open-ended questions and unwritten conclusions.

I’ve been talking a lot about destiny lately, asking people their takes on the subject.  Do we write our own story or do we simply ride a continuous, scripted timeline of our lives.  I would love to chalk everything up to destiny, to have a constant excuse for why things happen.  If I really think about it, that’s probably what made me hold on to a thread of religion for so long – not that that is religion’s purpose, simply that I used it as such.  And, even now, when I need a little extra luck or hope, I find myself reverting back to it, despite my absolute agnosticism.  Maybe that’s where I find benefit in being agnostic over atheist.

So where do we find the answers to destiny, or at least a solid opinion on it?  Is it in the moments that we are at our lowest?  The moments we can’t control.  The ones that, instead, control us and every aspect of our being.  Or is it found in the peaks?  The moments when everything is going right and we are making the important decisions for ourselves (or so we think).  Is destiny more of a fallback for the bad in life or is it a propeller for the good?

I suppose this topic actualized for me after the snow day last Tuesday.  I began thinking about the initiative required to do work on free days.  Then I started questioning the differences between those who have the initiative and those who don’t, then questioning the idea of success and what it takes, then if/how luck and destiny play into it.

After contemplating the extent to which I would like to consider destiny a factor, I’ve concluded that, to me, it’s not.  I don’t want to have to admit that mistakes are fully mine, but at the same time, I enjoy the idea that I control my life.  The idea of being able to take credit for the good based on my efforts and hard work seems to outweigh taking credit for the bad, as well.