Fate

Most people are other people.  Unaware, more or less, that their identity is not their own.  Unsatisfied with their lives and overwhelmed by feelings of discontent because they do not love themselves; they do not trust their Fate. I’m still learning how to completely love myself.   Hell, I only just realized I barely even know myself (read T.S. Eliot’s Four Quartets and you’ll know what I mean).  But, I am not unique.  We are all struggling to find ourselves and to find love and this and that.  As I continue to learn how to love myself I am confronted by the question of Fate.
In order to realize our Fate, we must first determine what Fate is and whether or not we believe in it. This gets tricky because comprehension is a continuous development with an infinite number of degrees.  In other words, one person might consider Fate to be ones purpose in life.  This is their truth.  Another may say that we are merely passengers on the Fate train hurdling toward a preordained destiny; a different understanding that is also perfectly valid.  Note, neither of these standpoints take into account the laws of physics, which complicate things even more.  The fact of the matter is, there is no evidence to support any argument.  Or rather, there is evidence to support every argument.  The point is, the truth is variable.  So, none of us know what Fate really is and there is no wrong answer.  

For me, I consider Fate to be a force, something like a magnet.  A force that is always pulling you toward your true Self.  A force pulling you toward love. But, not the love of another, the love of your Self.  There is no law that enforces it; we always have our free will to resist.  There’s a rawness to it that has nothing to do with purpose or events…

So focused on being beautiful
No time for being myself
Hiding behind her
Her
Who They want me to be
While who I am watches from the window

Obsessed with the mirror
The window to my Self
Looking into my own eyes
A stranger I did not trust

Living her nightmares
I watched her fall and felt her pain
The weight of her secrets
So heavy on my heart
I can’t take another step

Her soul pulls me
Guiding me gently
Teaching me
How to feel everything at once

In the core of her existence
There is truth
But no logic
The raw core of her existence
That is my Fate

Photo compliments of Instagram account @johndomineoriginal | Artwork by Sirus Fountain (@pyramidoracle) 

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