When I moved to Texas from Oregon, it was a hardest and most frightening decision I ever made in my life. At 50-something years old, I was starting my life over again from scratch. All I had that was guaranteed was a bed to sleep in at my brother’s house and faith. Faith that I was making the right decision.
I’ve told a lot of people since I moved to Texas that “I’m meant to be here.” My life has improved tremendously since my move from Oregon. But it does make me wonder…
What if I would have turned right at that fork in the road instead of left? What if I had zigged instead of zagged?
How much of our lives is predestined? Or is any of it? We have free will, right? So how could any of it be predestined? But there are those that think it is.
(Oh, I know I’m going to open a can of worms with this … So be nice. No snarky remarks. If you can’t play nice, then stay home.)
I do not consider myself a “religious” person. I have my beliefs and you have yours. Let’s leave it at that. I do pray and believe in a Higher Power and in the power of prayer. When I pray for myself (and this is something we forget to do at times), I ask for guidance and strength.
So if my prayers are answered, is this fate or faith? Is it divine intervention? Did the stars align just right and my pathway to Texas was lit by those stars?
Did that Higher Power plan that I would drive a U-Haul truck filled with my stuff and my cat in the front seat with me from Oregon to Texas?? Was this part of my destiny?
If my future is predestined, can it be changed? Instead of dying when I step in front of that bus, maybe I took a different route to the grocery store that day. Does that mean, I will not die because I changed my routine? I zigged instead of zagged.
Or are we just carried along in whatever current happens to sweep us up as it flows by?
I don’t usually write about such deep subjects and I’m not sure what prompted this. I don’t really expect an answer. But I do wonder…
Do you wonder about Fate? Faith? Destiny?
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