Fate is a letter inside us that we are born with, and only when we are true to ourselves; only when we believe we have reached our full potential and done ourselves proud, only then may we be allowed to read it before we die. But would you read that letter knowing you cannot change anything you’ve ever done, to say that you cannot bear it?
Fate is a gift we are given at birth – it cannot be taken away from us once we receive it. You must accept the things to which fate binds you and know that what’s meant to be will always find a way. You are given the gift of fate as a child, and it is put in a box on a shelf in a corner to be forgotten about, but it is still there and you cannot do anything to destroy it.
Fate is a theme park. You are not given a guided tour at the beginning because you have to navigate it yourself. You must hop on the rides as they present themselves and after waiting in line for hours on end, you still don’t know if you’ll like the one you’ve been in line for. And you font know if it will make you throw up your hot dog and candy floss all over the place. It really is a surprise what you’ll find.
Fate is like a river on which you are white water rafting. You are caught in a current much stronger than yourself; and you must not struggle against it otherwise you will drown, and the people who try to save you may also drown. If you fall out of the raft, you should swim with the current and you will float to the river bank and survive. But be careful of the rocks.
Fate is like a performance we are desperately unrehearsed for and the world is our stage. But the show must go on, right? So we have to improvise; we know the historical of how the performance should go, but we can’t make it a spectacular shoe unless we know all the words and all the gestures. We have to make it up as we go along – our friends and family are the audience and we feel like the show needs to be perfect for them, our best critics. But what we don’t realise is that the show is also for us and the audience don’t know what to expect, so why try and bake it perfect if everyone will love it anyway? However it turns out, tears and laughs along the way. And yes, some people may leave to go to the loo or to get food and some of them won’t return. But that won’t matter when you are standing under the spotlight, centre stage, and everyone is cheering at the end, will it?
In response to Word-High July: 30 Beautiful Filipino Words Day 30 – Tadhana