This weekend I am going on holidays to sunny Portugal for a whole week! I have been publishing my Kindle book about the Easter Rising to a paperback so as to include the centenary ceremonies of this year. I have been really busy!
Just yesterday I heard that another plane had crashed and that it was probably a terrorist attack. The plane may have been blown out of the sky by a land to air missile.
I began to wonder, how much control do we really have in our lives? How much in our lives does fate play a role or does choice play a role? Is there really any such thing as choice or is that a construct the human race has developed so we do not have to think we are slaves to fate and in service to a higher being superior to us beyond our imagination?
Yes we do have choices to make. But how limited are these choices?
A child stands in front of a fire. His mother has taken her eye off him for a few seconds. The child is fascinated by the fire; he reaches his hand out to the dancing flames. In that moment he can chose between what his parents told him not to do and withdraw his hand or plunge his hand into the fire, going against his parents teaching. He puts his hand in the fire and is scarred for life. He went against his parents wishes and suffered. Do we really only have a choice between what we were born to do and accept our fate or die unhappy, fighting and rejecting it? I think we only really have a choice between being who we are and trying to be who we are not.