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Watching Newtopia as I type this, I know I won't finish ep1 cause I'm already suffering Lucifer withdrawals (I'm alr in szn4)
Need. More. Lucifer.
The Dance of Fate and Free Will
Do we really have free will, or is everything already mapped out for us?
It's the kind of question that's kept philosophers, poets, and theologians up at night for ages. Just asking it feels like standing on a beach, staring out at this massive ocean where what's logical and what's just plain mysterious kind of blend together. If it's all predetermined, then are our choices just an act? Are we just going through the motions in a play we didn't even write? But if we do have free will, then what's setting the limits on what we want, what we can do, and those invisible walls that pop up in our lives?
This push and pull – this back-and-forth between fate and our own choices – it's really what being human is all about, isn't it?
The Illusion of Choice
We like to think we're in the driver's seat, right? Every day, we get up and decide what to wear, what to eat, who to love, who to say goodbye to, and the kind of person we want to become. The world tells us if we just try hard enough, if we're disciplined and really want it, we can create any future we can imagine. "You can be anything," they say. But, can we, really?
Think about how life actually plays out. The family we're born into, the country we call home, the body we're in, those moments of pure luck or just plain bad luck that shape us – we didn't pick any of that. Someone born into a wealthy family in a rich country will never know what it's like for a kid born into war somewhere else. Someone who bumps into their soulmate on a train – are they really more deserving of love than someone who just happened to be on a different train that day? So much of who we become, it's just not in our hands, no matter how much we wish it was.
Even neuroscientists are saying our brains make decisions before we even realize it. If a machine can guess which button you're gonna press before you even "choose" it, what does that tell us about free will? Are we just following a script, but we're tricked into thinking we're the ones writing it?
The Beauty of Predestination
And yet, there's something strangely comforting about the idea that it's all already decided. If fate is a real thing, then nothing is truly wasted. The heartbreaks, the screw-ups, the chances we missed – they all had to happen exactly like they did. You were never meant to end up with that person, never meant to get that job, never meant to be anywhere else but right here, right now. In a way, it takes this huge, exhausting weight of regret right off our shoulders.
Some of the most peaceful people I've ever met are the ones who truly believe in destiny. They just trust that what's meant for them will find them, and what's not will just fade away. They move through life with this quiet confidence, like they're not even bothered by problems. There's a kind of beauty in just letting go and going with the flow, seeing life as something that just unfolds, instead of something we have to fight and control all the time.
But Then Again, What If?
But even if it's all predetermined, does that mean we should just give up and do nothing? If a river already knows it's going to end up in the ocean, does it just stop flowing?
Maybe free will isn't about controlling everything, the whole grand plan, but about how we feel it. Maybe the whole point is just the joy of making choices, of having dreams, of just acting on whatever we feel like doing in the moment. Even if your future is set in stone, isn't there something exciting about not knowing what's around the corner? If fate is real, then so is the amazing thing of being clueless about it. You still get to feel things, to move, to chase after whatever calls to you. And isn't that a kind of freedom in itself?
Think about this: Say your fate is to become a painter. But the second you pick up a brush for the first time, it just clicks. It feels like your choice, like you discovered something amazing. That feeling of joy, it was always going to happen, but that doesn't make it any less real, does it? Maybe you were always meant to read this, to think about this, to feel that little spark of "aha!" Maybe even the feeling of free will is part of the plan, and isn't that actually kind of a relief?
So, whether you're team fate or team free will, live like your choices actually matter. Love like it wasn't already written in the stars. Create like it wasn't a done deal. Because, when you think about it, if destiny does exist, it's probably already figured in your rebellious side anyway.
With thoughts of G♡
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Today, not much happened. I babysat the whole day, helped with 2 posters for an assignment, baked thumbprint jam cookies 😻, and had my hair done in cornrows. Overall, it was a decent day, to be honest. Now I'm tucked in my blanket, all giddy and filled with warmth. I ate the last batch at the top that got scorched, don't worry 😭.
Catsss
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Woke up - sink routine - skipped stretch - breakie was delicious 😫 #frenchtoast - admired my artworks - watched Lucifer a bit too immersed - had crazy art block - 'played' against a 5-year-old in chess (bless her heart lol) - late lunch + hibiscus tea - listen to substack - read classic - take fat nap - dinner - shower - didn't finish ep2 of hannibal so will do it tonight aka rn.
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I feel like I've forgotten to do something...
Anyways, my friend made me download among us and we didn't even end up playing it together... I walked the whole day, my legs feel jelly (I forgot to stretch in the morning) 12k steps today,fasted, ran— or rather walked errands.
Lucifer, good food, talking to my friend and that's it.
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Today was a sorta fun day, got my fav on live today, cooked delish dinner and made some balloon animals in prep for tomorrow (incase you missed it, I'm gonna be a clown for a BD party and there's gonna be a ton of kids lol)
I legit couldn't stop laughing while making the balloons, the squeaky sounds had me crying they're just too funny 😭😭😭. I manage to make a doggy and a teddy bear, gonna try and make others to just a feel for them... Debating on using acrylic as MY face paint so that I won't budge.
Anyway that's it x.
My friend and I yesterday ><
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9/10 nice yummy udon soup
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😛 - substack version
