Make-believing.
You can’t ascribe great cosmic significance to a simple earthly event. Coincidence, that’s all anything ever is, nothing more than coincidence. There are no miracles. There is no such thing as fate. Nothing is meant to be.
The deep voice of the narrator was awfully right. Serendipity, Fate, Destiny, Soulmates, True Love? It’s amazing how human beings can suffer so much from being obsessed and possessed by the orgy of such trivialities that they themselves have created and molded out of thin air. I don’t understand how these unbelievably fantastical and fanciful ideas have easily withstood the test of time. Thousands of generations have come and gone but we still remain prisoners of our own obtuseness, doltishness and vanity.
Many times I’ve thought that I’ve discovered what love was, but then I’d realize that everything was just a product of pure coincidence. Would I have felt a special feeling for that girl standing beside the bus stop had I not missed the only bus that goes to school? Would I have even seen her standing there at the first place had it not been for my phone that slipped from my hand and slid all the way to her direction? Many people would think that it’s the product of fate, or the working of the hands of destiny, but one should not rule out the idea that it might simply be just a random occurrence, created by the hands of chance. Life is a box of chocolates, you never know what you’re gonna get.
We all exist above the thin layer of crust of this planet bounded by the indestructible, undistorted, perfect laws of the physical universe, but rather we choose to live inside our own little worlds, our own little ideas of what should be and what could have been.
This world, this Earth, this tiny speck of dust sitting unnoticed in this vast expanse of space and time, is too muddled by our own fetishes.
This writing might not be making any sense, but one thing I know is for sure.
We need to stop make-believing.
rowlandanthony
hi – we’ve never met, but what you said up there really gave me food for thought, especially after watching 500 days on wednesday. thank you!
glad to hear that from you. thank you =D
actually what i said up there, i don’t think everything i’ve said is all true, but yeah, nothing in this world is crystal clear anyway. and life isn’t as simple as black and white.
Many would find what you say cryptic, but I completely agree with you. Rather than living between the pages of romantic ideals, I think it’s more beautiful to see these “random occurrences” as part and parcel of everyday life – making living, REALLY living, better than just thinking of how one would like to live.
There’s a fine line between the realism and idealism – or even for some, magic – of life. I think there is nothing wrong about having these fictitious thoughts. Many of us find the idea of fated love appealing as portrayed in a romantic novel. We delight at the sight of a lovely couple kissing passionately on the silver screen. But to find ourselves indulging our lives on these thoughts, getting everything all mixed up, to the point that it becomes an obsession, i dunno, it all just becomes pathetic.
Fate, destiny, soulmates, etc. They exist because we created them and gave them meaning. But these are merely intangible, trivial things, so they shouldn’t dictate the way we live our lives.
I wish people would know – and more importantly, understand – that life doesn’t revolve around these romantic ideas alone.
Then what do you think about other ideals that we’ve given importance?
Haha. I knew this question would pop out here. (:
I believe that there is a taxonomy of ideals. And within each classification there is a hierarchy of ideals; how this hierarchy is structured and how much one believes in a certain ideal within this hierarchy is up to him or her. Does it make sense? LOL XD
Like, I firmly believe that God exists, but I don’t really believe in the legitimacy of any organized religion. It’s a vessel to achieving eternal life? nirvana? heaven? Whatever they say, ok, so be it. But an institution like this, so unbelievably rigid and organized, has somehow made me feel that over the years I’ve been trapped under this highly specific idea of a “God”, which somehow defeats the notion that God is “everything”. If He’s really everything, then why is it that different religions view him in different ways?
I don’t know if this argument is strong enough to justify whatever I’ve written in this comments section (blog entry included) but yeah. It’s a free country!
I still go to Church, but I guess that’s just becoming more of a household chore rather than a religious obligation.
500 days somehow gave me the answer of something that I’ve been asking myself for a long time. I’ve always kinda thought if fate/destiny truly exist. Sometime in our life, we felt that intense feeling for someone we hardly knew. Then we often say to ourselves, that this is different, I haven’t felt this way before, he/she is different among the others, just that gut feel, the attraction is real (like you love everything about him/her), You don’t know why but it feels that way. Then you think. Hmmm… this is destiny/fate. There is a reason why we met on this day,at this place at this time. But what if.. what if… the feeling wasn’t mutual? What if the feeling was just one way? Where did destiny/fate took its place? Hmm…
oh well I still believe in miracles though.
Regardless of whether or not love was a product of mutual understanding, regardless of whether or not love was unrequited, regardless of what our gut feelings tell us, one cannot deny the fact that everything happens with an opportunity cost. If something happened at this specific moment in time, something else could have happened as well, but it never did, because we can only take in so much within every frame of time and space of our physical existence. Things happen at the expense of something else. It just so happens that at one point in our lives, W happened instead of X or Y or Z or A or B or C or D. whatever.
Can we still call this the working of destiny or fate? Do things happen for a reason?
I don’t know.
Perhaps everything is just a concoction of coincidences.