Our every man, every kiss, every heartache, is preordered from some cosmic catalog, can we take a wrong step & wander off our milky way? I couldn’t help but wonder, can you make a mistake and miss your fate?
Fate. I stopped believing in it when I was 7 after some misguided plan had taken my mom. But now, I can’t help but silently wish there was a plan set in place just so I wouldn’t have to worry about the long drawn out plan, and instead could just enjoy the messy bits of life. If only it were that simple.
I discovered a twitter stream that shared all of Sex and The City’s greatest quotes, including one of my absolute favorite moments “She’s a lovely girl, Hubbell.” And besides reciting all of my inner thoughts as if it were a grand soliloquy that only the audience and I could hear, it got me thinking about fate.
What do we really know about it? Could one wrong step, one wrong timing of a kiss, really put you out of sync with yours?
I don’t think so, or at least I hope not. If there is a grand plan out there set in place, wouldn’t it just continue plowing through whether we liked it or not. I mean, hello! Serendipity.
Then again, I’m too strong-minded to believe anyone but me is in charge of my fate.