“Destiny or fate is a predetermined course of events. It may be conceived as a predetermined
future, whether in general or of an individual. It is a concept based on the
belief that there is a fixed natural order to the cosmos.”—Wikipedia.com
“A predetermined course of events
considered as something beyond human power or control.”-- http://www.thefreedictionary.com/destiny
As far back as humans
can remember, there has always been the notion of destiny—the idea that our
actions and their results have nothing to do with our own motivations or
achievements. First it was the lightning and the Sun that determined if we ate
that year, then the Great Goddess announced how many children we would have and
then other Gods apparently wanted religious leaders to implement taxes. Now
there are even comic book super heroes who determine how celebrities should spend
their money. It’s all about destiny and fate and how much we like living in
little boxes like lab mice. Why?
So people just don’t
like taking responsibility for things that happen around them? But how can we,
when so much just happens, without us elbowing Fate in the stomach.
Writing a novel is a
lot like playing around with destiny. The author decides the fate of his or her
(or its) characters. The flow from Chapter One: The Apple Tree Blossomed till Chapter
Thousand: He died…The End has all been predestined and John, Gina and Mr. Louis
never really had a choice. A writer’s Plot has to concentrate on laying the
foundation and the subsequent steps needed for Harald the Alien to realize the
significance of the novel and his importance in cutting the right-coloured wire
one second before his side wins. The plot + the events + character choices + some
funny stuff = fulfilling literary Destiny.
However, once in
awhile, something magical happens and authors have to rethink a pre-chosen
course because their characters simply turn around and say, “I don’t think so.”
(Insert head wiggle, Attitude and Z shaped, three point finger snaps here).
This has happened to me in the past and I have to say I was thrilled. It’s nice
to know that even in a world of your own making you can’t always control
everything (and you still make Susan say LOL although you know she
loathes it).
I believe in God so I
pretty much hope that He’s got it all planned out up there. It might be either
the incompetence to accept full responsibility or just sheer laziness but I
like the idea of Him leading me toward fulfilling something—the reason why He
put me here in the first place. I find it easier to accept many things if I
know that nothing happens by chance. If I’m called a well-trained house pet just
because I trust and believe in someOne greater, so be it. As long as I’m well
fed and have pedigree hair, I’ll just lie in the sun and get my belly rubbed if
you don’t mind.
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