Submission

It came as a complete shock to him, and he reacted how anyone would react in that situation - fight back. It was his life, those were his plans - they couldn't just become meaningless all of a sudden!

But the more he fought, the more he hurt himself. 'You can't fight against destiny,' a voice said, at the back of his head.

Destiny! What's that? We decide the path of our lives. Yes, we ourselves, no one else! There is no such thing as 'predetermined'.

Or was there? The history of humans have been bejeweled with great fighters - did they all achieve their dreams? Were all their fights meaningful? Haven't they all been forgotten one day - their achievements, egos, follies - didn't all become meaningless? Was the fight worth it?

And then he decided to stop caring. If everything was either destiny, or had the same end - into oblivion - what was the use of building temporary sand castles ?

Immediately, life transformed around him. There was no shame, no hesitation, no fear of consequences . He could do things that he had been afraid to try before. He could love freely. He became more open and approachable. He could appreciate and enjoy every moment - even the ones that he was fighting against earlier.

In the light of his new understanding, he rediscovered himself. And thus, he set foot on the wonderful path sketched by his destiny.

(8 June 2016)

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