Do I believe in Fate? Well, here’s a better question, what is Fate to me (or anybody else for that matter) and how does it psychologically define the various relationships and decisions we make in our lives? I believe Fate is perhaps more open to interpretation than it may first appear. It can be molded and shaped, just like any other external power we believe may be controlling our existence. It is an opinion, and as such, it only has as much control as we give it, even if Fate did happen to be pulling the strings our every move, should one choose not to believe in it’s intervention, how much control does it really have. Now personally, I think that’s a rather ignorant standpoint, just because you cannot see it, doesn’t mean it isn’t controlling your life. To think otherwise is foolish. However, I, being a strong believer in rather benevolent Fates, have a somewhat different standpoint on the issue. I do believe in Fate, in fact, I relish the idea of the cosmos aligning to bring me soul-mate, new job, or perhaps grievous peril into my rather mundane existence. It gives me a sense of adventure, I don’t know what’s coming, but I do know it’s going to be awesome. Fate gave me many things, I would say I chose them myself, but half of them I had little to no control over. Like the fact that I was adopted into a loving family, that taught me the joys of reading and writing, or the cleft palette and various other ailments that have plagued me the past 20 years of my existence. I have not had a perfect life, but I believe the Fates gave me a balance. The good with the bad. That is a a good life, one you can learn from, one that teaches you the hardships of the world with the joys. Recently I came into a new love, after having painfully lost the man I intended to spend the rest of my life with a mere two years ago. Some would say it is too soon, but I am not one to fall easily, and the cacophony of emotions that churn inside of me when I so much as think of him is a far better indicator of my feelings than my over-rational, worrisome brain. You ask me do I believe in Fate. You ask me do I hand my life over to something I can neither see nor touch, and my answer is a whole-hearted Yes. Yes, I do, and I will stand by that for as long as it feels right to me.
Do You Believe in Fate?
Sleep late, have fun, get wild, drink whiskey and drive fast on empty streets with nothing in mind except falling in love and not getting arrested”
– Hunter S. Thompson (via alisonwynn)
(via how-novelistic)
What Love Smells Like
If I close my eyes and inhale deeply I can almost pretend you are here
You smell of coffee and old books,
Promises made and kept,
A bouquet of hundred red roses
A hint of determination, a splash of power
colors the warm scent of compassion that surrounds you
You smell like rain, like pine, a mystical forest, and all my own.
Fresh sheets and pancakes cloak you in their enticing aromas
Dark fire and sensual vanilla lure me in.
You smell like an autumn evening
Like blue skies and mountains
Like my own personal heaven
Designed just for me.
(Source: teachersintiaras, via literatureismyutopia)
