Is it the hand of fate reaching out to smack our hand or just bad luck?
I’ve been uninspired and not quite myself lately. Everything’s fine with me, so don’t read too much into that statement and the title. They aren’t necessarily related.
Truthfully, I’ve been a bit, um, disconcerted since reading a message someone sent me through the site last week. Not because of anything they wrote – never hesitate to contact me through the form – but more because I didn’t feel like I was helpful. And that sort of thing eats at me…not being able to help.
I mean, helping is what I do.
So today, uninspired and disconcerted, I opened the screen to compose this post and stared at it. Then I wrote some of the lyrics to my current favorite song, “What Have You Done” by Within Temptation. Then I stared some more because I didn’t know where I was going with it and hate the idea of posting uninspired crap for y’all to read. So I stared and sang along with the song since it was playing.
And then, a few lines later, it hit me over the head with the force of a brick. I didn’t just want to know, I had to know why fate was seemingly so cruel.
Curse of fate
The full lyric from the song is:
“Why, why does fate make us suffer? There’s a curse between us, between me and you.”
I think the song is probably talking about a broken relationship, but generally speaking, don’t we sometimes feel like fate is cruel, even when a relationship isn’t involved? I know I have. Frankly, there are times I’ve curled up in a little ball and racked my brain for what I did to piss off the Universe.
As an aside, I don’t believe in coincidence, luck or chance, so I suppose that means I believe in fate. That said, I can’t say I believe we’re puppets merely playing out a script for our lives.
Tonight, I wish I had some sort of brilliant insight into why fate deals such crappy hands to some of us – or, at least, doesn’t bother to spread the crap around so we have a minute to catch our breath. But I don’t. No epiphanies. No brilliant insights.
I got nothin’.
So, you might say I’m putting food for thought out there that I’ll be nibbling on all weekend and up until Tuesday’s post on the subject. Let’s all hope my Muse returns by then. What can I say? When the Muse isn’t speaking to me, she really isn’t speaking to me.
In the meantime, why do you think fate makes us suffer? Or do you suppose it’s not fate at all, just random chance and a stroke of bad luck? I’d really like some outside input on this one.
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I don’t know that I believe in fate but I believe God has a plan for our lives and it is never a smooth journey. If you are in tune with Him then it might be a little easier to understand but still rough. I still feel like things always happen for a reason but it seems kind of mean have my husband laid off from work days after the hot water heater in my duplex goes out. This week I feel this post/
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I hope things are getting better for you now.
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I KNOW you helped that person even though you didn’t think you did !!
I don’t know why so many bad things can happen at once or what we gain from it, if anything …but eventually things seem to turn around. I’m speaking from recent experience.
I will tell you one thing. It drives me crazy when people say “God wouldn’t give you more than you can handle”. Those people are lucky I don’t hit them with a stick. Okay, I wouldn’t actually hit them with a stick but I would like to.
Thanks for your help !!!
Carolyn
I guess I’ll take your word for it, Carolyn.
You might not hit them, but I would…with a BIG stick. When I was sick a few years back and no one could figure out what was wrong with me (they eventually did), all of my so-called friends would just say stuff like that and I wanted to murder them. Then they’d tell me to get over it. Um…yeah, I clearly had some great friends at the time, I know.
But you’re right. Stuff did eventually turn around and it got better. Even though we know on some level that things will get better, it’s really the last thing we want to hear at the time, isn’t it?
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