“you’re a fatalist?” mused a friend at lunch the other day.
no, not really i thought to myself and answered that i simply believed in serendipity.
fatalism always seemed so grim and morbid to me, and the whole not having free will concept has never settled too well with me. perhaps it is the idealistic side of me that prefers looking at the glass half full that causes me to forget the times when things turn out less than ideal (a convenient flaw to have at times), but i do remember those times when things just randomly seem to work out, or at the very least, leads to random experiences that become memories.
i wonder if that also leads to selective memory, and perhaps, it is time that i place more weight on my own doing, than that of anything else. timing, you too can be such a serendipitous occurrence.