Tuesday, August 6, 2013

“Destiny is something we’ve invented because we can’t stand the fact that everything that happens is accidental.”


Is it, really?

After mending a broken heart, I started to think that probably things just appear to mean something because since they became relevant to our lives, of course we notice them and regard as ‘signs.’ I’ve been living that kind of life since early this year.

But contrary to the quote from Annie in one of the greatest 1993 movies, Sleepless in Seattle, I ask myself: Are all these self-imposed signs really fate-made signs?

I honestly tried (and still try) my best to ignore, but the ‘signs’ are too many to look right through. After watching the movie is when all the more I want to believe the accidents are not actually accidents, but are rather signs.

I mean, I used to believe in signs. In fate. In destiny. I used to believe that we are all placed where we are meant to be. We meet people we are meant to know about. Things happen because they are made to happen.

Also, on the other hand, how do we know what these signs portray? What do they mean? What do they want us to know? What are we supposed to do then?

Maybe life is a mystery. Signs are the mystery of something that exists beyond our lives on earth, something that can’t be seen by our naked eyes or heard by our small ears. Maybe it’s something that can only be felt. And our belief depends on what we feel.