Thursday, August 30, 2007

que sera sera...?

"Happiness isn’t having what you want---it’s all about wanting what you have…"
Wow. I still can’t decide if I believe this or not.

But if you want something, you can work for it and thus by achieving it, you also obtain happiness, right? So does it mean there's no limit to the happiness one can have? That it all depends on how much effort one puts into getting what he / she wants? But why is it that there are times when no matter how hard you struggle, you still don't get what you want? Is there such a thing as predetermined future? If there is, then what's the point of trying and trying? If there is such a thing as destiny, and you're destined to fail, then regardless of your hard work, you're still doomed. Why even try??? Wouldn’t it make our lives pointless?

So, now, why are there people who seem to be “destined” to be alone? And why are there people who seem to have been born with all the luxury one could ask for… all the blessings one could be given (oh, the fortunate ones…)? Who decides who gets which destiny? Isn’t there anything we can do about it? (But if you believe in destiny, there’s nothing to do but accept it, right? Because it’s the “universe’s natural order”.) But how exactly do we know which of the things happening to us are destined to occur? How the heck would we know if we’re actually going against what’s predetermined for us?

Hmmm… Do I believe in destiny? I still don't know... I let it rule over my life for a long time… nothing happened. And I’m too much of a coward to try and go against it (that is, if I’m not actually destined to not do anything about it…).

Confusing! :)

1 comment:

curdledsauce said...

i believe that the world is what we make of it. although i don't believe in destiny (or rather, preordination), i don't necessarily dismiss it as a nonfact either. and to some, destiny is a good thing...coz it determines their purpose in life. but when i hear people say that 'we shape our own destiny' i think it's just an effectually romantic paraphrase of my first sentence.