The Boy With The Thorn In His Side

Meant to Be? I Think Not.

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Fate: the force that people believe to be responsible for our destiny. Some say that it is the way life is going to be laid out, while some say that it is God’s plan for each person. In retrospect, people believe that it is something that is uncontrollable. Thus the saying, “if it’s meant to be, it will be,” was born. I, on the other hand, believe otherwise. I believe that fate is the outcome of the choices we make. Allow me to explain.

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If a boy and girl are so-called “meant to be”, does that mean that they are fated to each other? Does it mean that they will end up being together no matter what? Some will say, yes, they will be together because they are “soul-mates,” while others will disagree. See, the underlying phrase here is “no matter what.” Saying that entails that whatever the circumstance is they will end up being together. What if the boy doesn’t confess his feelings to the girl, will they still end up being together? What if he doesn’t ask her out, or call her, or in any way make an effort to pursue her, will they still end up being together? I think not, and for good reason.

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From a Christian perspective, God has His plan for each person. He wants what is best for every individual. While that may be true, and I do believe in it as well, I don’t believe that God’s plan is something that one cannot create for himself. Why is that? Well, simply because He gave people the privilege to have freedom. Though I may not have any biblical backing for what I’m about to say, God’s gift of freedom gives human beings the right to choose their fate. If it did not, then that isn’t freedom, right? For me, God’s plan is simply to bring people up to heaven; that is why He sent His only son, Jesus, to save us from sin. Of course, if it were that easy, He could’ve just let everyone be brought to heaven in an instant after Jesus’ death. This plan is give-and-take. God gave His people the freedom to choose to follow Him or not. That is why He allows people to live evil lives, even if He doesn’t like it.

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The same goes for everything else in life that people believe to be Fate. One doesn’t become a successful businessman, teacher, actor, etc. simply through fate. He has to start from somewhere, make the right choices and, eventually, end up on top. Nobody just wakes up and becomes the C.E.O. of a multi-billion-peso company without doing anything to achieve it. That’s just absurd.

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It’s only going to be “meant to be” if someone makes an effort to make whatever it is happen. Nothing is brought about by nothing; and as redundant as that phrase sounds, one cannot deny that there is a reason behind everything other than a supernatural force that controls destiny. A domino tipped over another and created a domino effect because a person decided to tip the first block; not because fate wanted to make a stack of dominos fall. Think about it.

9 months ago on August 23, 2012 at 09:04am

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Poem: [The Road of Would]

Just a little introduction. Today (08-09-12), I had an intriguing conversation with friends about expectations. Expectations lead people to believe that no matter what the circumstance something would happen, or that one would be able to do something. The underlying modal verb of expectation is WOULD.It got me thinking, and it got me inspired to write another poem. So here it is:

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One must learn to walk the road

as readily as should;

but never to expect that

left sees that right’s a would.

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If one walks the road and is

expectant as can be,

then his disappointment lies

in woulds and wouldn’t see

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That true happiness in is

walking along the road

of coulds and shoulds, but not woulds;

coz would’s a heavy load.

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9 months ago on August 09, 2012 at 11:04am

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“The Girl With A Sash” by Maqui

She didn’t talk. She didn’t even smile. All she did was write, and write, and write. Write about everything that happened: the events that brought her inside.

It was late in the evening or early in the morning, she couldn’t tell. It was dark, though, that’s for sure. She remembered hearing sirens outside of her house along with loud stomping, like that of thousands of men running with boots. There came a loud knocking at her door, and then, boom, it blew open. Five men dressed in suits stormed her room, grabbed her by the arms and legs, then dragged her out of the house. It all happened too fast; so fast that she couldn’t even resist. Then she blacked out.

She woke up laying in a dark hallway in front of a wooden door. She turned to find out that no one was there; not even the men that kidnapped her. There were no windows, just a dim blinking light bulb on the right side of the hall. Bewilderedness filled her mind; she couldn’t think straight. Where she was, who knows? Then she looked back at the door. She got up slowly and quietly put her hand on the knob, turned it and opened the door.

The room was dark. She looked around for a light switch. Click, a faint light shown from the ceiling revealing the empty room. No windows, no further rooms, no furniture; just a pen. Then she started to write.

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