In every simple earthly event, we try to give meaning to it. People always try to find meaning or reason in things—why skies are blue when you’re on the ground but not blue when you’re up there; why an object at rest never moves unless it is moved by an object in motion; and why the first kiss could determine a romantic relationship. Whatever event it may be we almost associate a meaning to it.
And when we can’t explain what these events mean we ascribe them to concepts such as “fate” or “destiny” or “coincidence” or to some, “God’s Will”. But where is the line that separates mere “coincidence” from the mysterious “destiny”? How do you dismiss an event as a coincidence and when do you smile in amazement at a fated event?
I do know that it’s a coincidence when an attractive person who’s in the same class as you and 48 other people are wearing the same optical white Converse shoes on the same day when chances are about 183 people in the city or country are wearing the same thing.
Maybe a part of me believes that it’s destiny to be honestly mistaken during enrolment and ending up in a class with a guy who made nine months of my life... interesting. Fate probably had something to do with my falling out with a guy I was starting to get to know because his heart is with someone else.
Sometimes I believe in destiny. Sometimes I think some things really are just coincidence—simple events that have no great impact in my life. Maybe I dismiss things as coincidences because I’m not looking at the big picture. It’s possible that what I call “coincidence” is actually destiny in disguise.
Like what a good friend of mine once said: “Look at it as it is and remember that you’re living in a world of all-things-possible.”
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