As a Buddhist, I view death as a normal process, a reality that I accept will occur as long as I remain in this earthly existence. Knowing that I cannot escape it, I see no point in worrying about it. I tend to think of death as being like changing your clothes when they are old and worn out, rather than as some final end. Yet death is unpredictable: We do not know when or how it will take place. So it is only sensible to take certain precautions before it actually happens.-The Tibetan Book of Living and Dying
And that’s the thing about what we call fate.
Something so beautiful when it comes, but also something that can take away everything you so strongly desired.
This scary thing known as fate seems to take over your life, your decisions, control your destiny even; at the expense of losing your loved ones.
If they say we are the controllers of our own fate, our own destiny;
Then what can we say about innocent people who have met with mishaps?
Accidents, illnesses, war - no one ever asked for it so that they could ‘control’ them did they?
It happened. It still happened. Whether they liked it or not.
There has nothing they could have done to prevent these events from happening, from hurting, from separating themselves from their loved ones.
It is utterly out of their control and it drives them to despair.
Can we then not believe in the power and ruthlessness of fate?
That there are some things just meant to be in life, whether or not advantageous or detrimental, beautiful or painful.
And no no one can stop this.
Quoting, “Maybe it’s not about determination or love or how hard you can fight. Maybe it’s just about fate and what it’s meant to be.”
I always thought everything would turn out well as long as I left it to fate. I thought that the cards of my life would fall nicely into place as time came. But then, fate brought you to me. Fate made me fall in love with you. But fate also deluded me. It deluded me into thinking that me and you; we were fate. But we were not.
Never, still not, and will never be.
And what I didn’t understand back then was that fate is stronger than anything else in the world. Simply because it cannot be changed, it cannot be controlled.
I tried, I fought so hard, I waited for so long, I tried to see the best in you when everyone forsaked you. I stood by you, I tried to give the very best to you. But nothing turned out the way I wanted to.
You left in the end, I couldn’t stop you. Nothing would have been able to stop you.
Because this, is fate in essence. There is no use fighting it at all. Having tried for so long, I’m starting to surrender… Because there are just too many things beyond my control, too many things I can’t understand, and too things and reasons that I will never know.
Fate brought you here, but yet took you away in the end.
And it is this that is so hard to accept in the end.
That I had to lose you to fate.
