Saturday, September 04, 2004
"What matters is that, whatever happened, happened for a reason..."
- Smith
Do you believe in fate? I know I do... it's easier to believe in some mystical force that drives us, rather than dismiss life as a series of coincidences. Humans have always tended to favour the supernatural over the mundane... it just has more, shall we say, oomph.
Today I saw a girl on the MRT. Inconsequential enough, except that she was pretty. That got my attention more than the average female, but that's obviously not the point here; pretty girls are a dime a dozen on the street. There was just this...
something about her, something I can't explain. No it's not the pretty face, I've seen better looking girls, but something else altogether.
Have you ever seen anyone who struck a chord deep in your emotional cortex, someone who felt so captivating to you? The notion seems so trivial, even ridiculous, but words are a poor substitute for the conveying of emotional language. It's definitely not any kind of romantic feeling, because I don't even know her. Not a crush, because I'm not thinking about her that way. Yet there is just something unusual about her that draws my attention, something that just doesn't quite fit.
Which brings me back to my point. Fate always plays a significant part in one's life, that's what I think. What you do, what you say... all these things come back to haunt you, somehow. Just like a chess grandmaster would do, all these things are oriented so that they fit into a gigantic jigsaw puzzle, things so insignificant as taking a drink of water have an eventual if small say on how the final picture turns out. A masterplan, if you will.
Many people disdain the notion of fate; to quote a certain Neo of movie fame, "I don't like the idea that I'm not in control of my own life." Those who truly believe in religion, know this notion to be false, because they believe in the divinity of their deity(s). Can fate, itself, be its own religion? Blasphemous, certainly.
And yet things happen, things I cannot explain. Nor am I sure I want to; perhaps things are better left unsaid, for it has been said the difference between curiosity and madness is but the breadth of a human hair.
Someday, perhaps, I'll understand it all.
Runnin' away, you can't pretend...
11:02 PM