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Navigating the Crossroads: Exploring the Dichotomy of Free Will vs. Fate
Shaina Tranquilino
May 25, 2024
In the realm of philosophical musings and existential ponderings, few debates are as timeless and tantalizing as the tug-of-war between free will and fate. It's a topic that has captured the imagination of poets, philosophers, and thinkers throughout the ages, each grappling with the age-old question: do we chart our own destiny, or are we mere pawns in the hands of fate?
In a poignant reflection on this eternal quandary, a poem aptly titled "Free Will vs. Fate" by s.m.t., serves as a poetic lens through which we can explore the complexities of human agency and the enigmatic forces that shape our lives.
The poem begins by evoking a sense of contemplation, inviting readers to ponder whether we truly steer the course of our lives or whether we are merely swept along by the currents of fate. This dichotomy sets the stage for a nuanced exploration of the interplay between choice and destiny.
"Choices made, yet fate entwined,
In destiny, our paths aligned."
Here, the poet suggests that while we may make choices along the journey of life, there is a sense of inevitability, a predestined intertwining of our fates. It raises the question: are our choices truly our own, or are they predetermined by some higher power or cosmic design?
"Free will whispers, soft and clear,
'Choose your path, dispel the fear,'"
Amidst the ambiguity, the voice of free will emerges, urging us to seize control of our destinies, to embrace autonomy and agency in the face of uncertainty. It is a rallying cry against the notion of fatalism, a reminder that we have the power to shape our own reality.
"Yet unseen hands may guide our way,
In subtle nudges, night and day."
However, even as we strive to exercise our free will, the poem suggests that unseen forces may still exert influence over our lives. Whether through coincidence, synchronicity, or the subtle workings of fate, there is a recognition that our paths may be gently nudged in certain directions, beyond our conscious control.
"Are we authors of our fate,
Or do we dance to rhythms great?
In life's vast play, we seek to find,
The balance of both heart and mind."
Ultimately, the poem beckons us to ponder the delicate balance between free will and fate, between autonomy and determinism. It reminds us that while we may not have all the answers, we are participants in the grand tapestry of existence, navigating the crossroads of choice and destiny with humility and grace.
In essence, "Free Will vs. Fate" serves as a poignant reminder of the eternal quest for meaning and purpose in a world where the lines between choice and fate often blur. It challenges us to confront our assumptions, to embrace the complexities of the human experience, and to find solace in the journey itself, wherever it may lead.
As we continue to ponder life's imponderables, may we draw inspiration from the timeless wisdom of poetry, and may we find solace in the search for truth amidst the mysteries of existence.
So, dear reader, as you contemplate the verses of this thought-provoking poem, I invite you to embark on your own journey of self-discovery, to wrestle with the age-old questions of free will and fate, and to embrace the profound beauty of the human experience in all its complexity.
Okay,
Im getting tired of not having a ROTTMNT AU
but im also trying to finish alot of stuff.
But which side r u on... A slayer or a rider
Pov: U r in a war w dragons"ᵈʳᵃᵍᵒⁿ ᵉʳᵃ"🗡
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Osha thought Mae had died in the fire because that’s what Sol told her, but who convinced Mae that Osha was dead?* We didn’t need a second flashback to the night of the fire; we needed a flashback to Young Mae’s post-fire life! Maybe that’ll be where the finale starts.
*If it was the Stranger/Qimir, why would Mae believe him? Did they already have a relationship that he could leverage?
I have three awesome ideas fluttering at my very fingertips, so it's business as usual, ladies and gentlemen! Where do I start? (The works will be written in order of votes, but as always I will complete all of them, don't worry).
1. Billie Eilish x Fem!reader: Three nine five six
A/n: Eilish plunges headfirst into the maelstrom of the downside of his popularity when a crazed fan kidnaps you.
Inspired by "THE DINER".
Warning: blood, kidnapping, moral suasion!
2. Billie Eilish x Fem!reader: The Countess's carriage
A/n: You get your driver's license, and Billie just likes to mess around sometimes.
3. Billie Eilish x Fem!reader: But now I'm underwater
A/n: Because of tight deadlines at work, you're stressed out, critically sleep deprived and overly addicted to coffee. Billie suggests that you distract yourself by watching a horror film, and you agree good-naturedly, unable to refuse her. What you haven't considered is the fact that stress, coffee and imagination are a potent mix. Billie finds an ingenious way to calm you down and unload the thoughts from your head.
sometimes i think about late half blood prince - deathly hallows snape and want to cry.. it is the climax of his arc for me, not in the pov of the reader (that would be prince's tale) but for his own self as a character.. when he chose to stay, he chose to kill dumbledore and to continue being a spy after he knew harry was fated to die. that "infamous" scene of him crying with lily's photo is so touching for me when you don't misinterpret it and put it in context.. he was letting her go in that scene. he was crying because he had just killed the closest person he had left, but also because he made the active choice of failing lily, of continuing dumbledore's plans and leading harry to his death for the greater good instead of protecting him like he promised all those years ago. the ultimate instant in where he decides to give up the individual (his own redemption, lily, his own grievances and need for power) to save the wizarding world, where he realizes that this is bigger than him and lily and everyone. that to do that, he'd have to let her down. it hurts me so bad
AvatarOfTheWolf… A scene of my protagonist Asai being taken as the avatar of the Wolf, the god preferring savagery and action. And the words spoken after he inhabited her body: “Hush wolfling. No tears now. Your childhood is over and done, and there will be time ahead for weeping. I promise you that.”
Story by Bendi Barrett
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[ new image at the end to avoid spoilers ] Prompt from: @oc-tober2023 [ I am not following the same order ]
~Choice
“No.
This is unacceptable.”
After Sael had figured out how to hang things up with the help of Aegon, the yellow glowing one came over, essence flaring.
“I told you to place the nets around the room, Aegon. The hanging decorations come last, because they each have a set place. You have to consider the angle, the size and where the chairs or standing positions are about to be, so no one gets distracted or walks right through them. How is anyone supposed to enter the room with that thing right in the doorway?”
“Sael and I chose them. It’s his first Halloween, I’m sure you can let it slide.” Sael heard Aegon rustle next to him, not quite sure what he was doing, “Besides, I did place the nets.”
He heard the yellow one groan, he vaguely remembers she called herself Elora. “I didn’t mean you should cover yourself in them.”
“Well, they are kinda sticky.” He heard Aegon move around next to him, apparently struggling with something, “Wait, Sael, can you hold that for a moment?”
Still not used to being addressed through words, Sael did not immediately react or understand what Aegon wanted from him, but luckily there was no need for it. Aegon took his hand for a split second, Aegon’s irritation and confusion rushing through Sael at the short touch, but then he already let go again and what remains was a weird and sticky texture lying in his hands. It was rather unpleasant.
“Can you pull at it? Maybe then it gets off of me.”
Sael was uncertain how to operate further, trying to get rid of that weird thing in his hands, but no matter how he turned his hand, it stuck to him. He slowly starts to understand where Aegon’s irritation was coming from – he too felt it now.
“Now you are covering him in it too. I can’t even watch. Aegon, stop spinning.”
He heard Aegon make unpleasant noises. “Ugh, I think it’s in my mouth.”
“Because you won’t stop turning, would you just-”
“Is it someone's birthday?” They get interrupted as another member joins in on their conversation and Sael sees a purple essence floating about merrily.
“This is not the set decoration, Lorna, so don’t get attached to it.” Elora explains, a sigh somewhere hidden behind her words.
“Oh, we will keep it.” Aegon counters.
“This one is blocking the entrance and you are hanging up birthday decorations, Aegon.” Elora says, “We are not throwing a birthday party in case you forgot.”
“Well, I like them both the way they are.”
It seems eventually everyone was gathering closer and Sael had difficulty to keep them apart when they stand so close to another. There was the other brighter one among them, he saw the pink essence shine brightest among the gathered. It was easy to focus on them.
“The Seeress is right. We’re the ones having to look at it until the end of the month.”
“That’s news to me.” Lorna snorted, “Didn’t know you live here, your highness.”
“I don’t want to be the one asked all night, who’s birthday it is.” The pink one explains, “Blocking the entrance however, good choice.”
“Oh, because they have to walk through it like a haunted house. See how many dare to do so.” Ralof said, he was the red one Sael remembers.
“I was about to say it keeps the number of attendees to a good minimum, but your point makes the same statement, so I agree.”
“That means more booze for me, so I’m fine with that.” Lorna says.
“Oh, what no. We want people to come, don’t we? We put so much effort into it.” Ralof says.
“Well, some of us did, other’s just stood around looking pretty.” Lorna complains. “Even Sael picked something up and he can’t even see. What’s your excuse?”
“I arranged the celebration for the whole city. I have chosen enough decorations.”
“Show-off.”
After that, their voices mixed as did all of their essence as they moved closer. The volume was at the highest, the arguments starting again. It seems to be a common occurrence and Sael wonders why they favoured closeness if that is the outcome. Perhaps it was part of this celebration they keep mentioning.
“Hey, don’t worry about them.” Aegon says, stepping next to him, “It’s a celebration for everyone, isn’t it? I think it’s important that each of us sets up something of their own.
I mean you do want to celebrate it with us, right? It’s not a must, there are other things we could do too. I’m sure Nul has prepared some events throughout the city that are interesting too.”
It was a question, perhaps directed at Sael, perhaps not. He wasn’t certain about questions yet. Only that it made Aegon stop talking and awaiting for Sael to do so instead. He wanted him to speak – to answer.
“You-?” He wasn’t even sure how to ask back, what it was, that Aegon wanted from him. Which words, he wanted to hear.
He could see Aegons essence nudge to one side in confusion.
Letting out a frustrated breath, Sael wrecked his brain for anything else he had observed that would help him communicate with him better. He remembers that one of them, often used many and other times very few words. The yellow one, yes, Elora. Sometimes she speaks a lot, other times, she just says one word. That seems to satisfy and stop further questions almost always. Perhaps that could help.
Sael cleared his throat, trying to familiarise himself with using his voice. Then he spoke: “No.”
Aegon’s essence quirk up surprised for a moment and it made Sael wonder if that one word might only work for Elora.
“Wait, you- you don’t want to celebrate with us?” Then he let out a nervous laugh, “I mean of course you don’t have to. I was just surprised. I just thought- ah, never mind.”
“See, even Sael doesn’t want to come any more.” It was Ralof that spoke, “We should stop arguing about whoever is coming inside or not, because I say, everyone currently present, is certainly invited.”
“I can’t.” It was Nul and everyone seems to turn towards them, “I have to oversee the festivities in the city. You’d be surprised at how many go up in flames.”
“Ask the Commander to do that for you. We need you!” Ralof tried to convince them.
“I won’t miss them.” Lorna says.
“It’s Sael’s very first celebration ever. And-” It was Aegon talking into the room, but then he seems to address Sael directly, “We’d love to have you celebrate it with us. If you want to keep it small, we can do that, if you like it big or go all out and about in town, just let us know and we do that instead. However you like to celebrate it, we’re with you. If you have us.”
There seems to be a murmur of agreement going through the group and Sael was slowly but surely understanding what they were asking of him. They wanted to be with him and everyone else to a set time and event. A promise, a choice. They wanted him to make it. To choose to be with them.
How very strange these people behave. Sael was certain he would never stop learning about them.
So a choice he made, trying himself at another short word that he had picked up on the go, that best conveys the feelings he would usually share directly:
“Neat.”
[ ~ 1250 words ]
