There is a finality and determinism
to life that we struggle to describe
as under the control of our will;
This is true to a certain extent.
There is a huge element of cause and effect
that gives us our many variations
Our choices determine who we are, and
what becomes of us as people, yet
these choices are constricted in the
confines of fate.
One needs context in order to feel, so the first
life would feel nothing, for it had nothing
to compare to; meaning is ordained from
We are predetermined by our genetic makeup
and by a history of what we
at least perceive as free choices; what we're
programmed to do.
The human life has been set by fate to have a
spring, summer, autumn, winter. This is unavoidable
unless we ripped out pages from
that the next season should not fall;
delay it and prepare for it
though we might.
Our free will determines what happens
with these seasons, just as our choices
help to bring some seasons to be longer
The more free-will we get, the more
this global warming effect will occur,
not only in meteorological seasons but in this
issue of will.
In order to best attain a credible
existence, we must become autonomous
beings and allow fate to direct us through seasons
as prescribed for us.
We should not fall foul on the path
of choice, for choice blinds us
into the narcissistic notion that
we are free.
Whether we are free or not
is ultimately an otiose debate
for we only found out both sides by both
choice and fate.