Where does a story truly begin? In life, there are seldom clear-cut beginnings, those moments when we can, in looking back, say that everything started. Yet there are moments when fate intersects with our daily lives, setting in motion a sequence of events whose outcome we could never have foreseen. - Nicholas Sparks (A bend in the Road)
If you ask me, I never had much of faith in predestined life and all. I mean, if we are all living a life in which everything is already known/destined/guaranteed then it makes us more or less powerless. Doesn't it? I always thought, whatever happens in my life - good, bad or ugly, somewhere at some point of time, I must have been responsible for it. But then again, each of our lives is not isolated. When we are talking about life, we are bound to cross path, intersect in some way. So there is also that part a little of say 20% events where i wasn't as responsible as someone else.
Yet if I look back today I find there has been so many things that took place so long back but are still responsible for something that is relevant today. That 'destiny' seems to be the only word that can explain it. So many things I thought would not affect me, that I wasn't happy with. Those are exactly the reasons for something good today. How do I explain that? It wasn't decision or deliberation. was it then what we call destiny?
I once read somewhere (forgive my memory, I don't remember the context) it is easier to explain life while joining dots backward. I would have never made the picture, had I tried to join the dots forward. In fact I wouldn't have known where to find the next dot. :)
