Fate
in Philosophy ·
wiredmaker18 said:That internal drive is nothing more than pure persistence—call it willpower if you want.
Is it fueled by fear of failure, the hope for a payoff, or just a raw obsession with something? Whether it’s collecting coasters, lurking on some hyper-niche forum, or killing yourself at the gym to jump further, run faster, or lift heavier while playing pretend as Tarzan from Appalachia... it doesn't matter.
All of that is just a reflection of the impressions life leaves on you. If I’d been into Star Trek instead of Conan as a kid, there’s a good chance I would’ve gravitated toward science over fantasy. To put it bluntly—though I'm oversimplifying here—I probably would've headed to an art school instead of a tech institute.
How does it all play out? Why does one person lean toward Conan while another goes for Spock? Since we're on the topic, it mostly comes down to your environment and what was shoved in front of you growing up. Did you spend your time building model planes and ships, or were you obsessed with action figures—warriors, princesses, witches, monsters—building imaginary castles and haunted ruins in your head...
Besides a bit of parental influence and them bleeding their own interests onto their kids, what else tips the scale between Conan and Spock? Maybe a psychiatrist could give me a straight answer, but honestly, I don't think there's any grand mysticism or cosmic purpose behind it.
Sure, maybe I'm wrong. Maybe destiny exists, or spirits, or reincarnation, or whatever. But since there’s zero hard evidence proving fate exists, I’m leaning toward the idea that it’s all just chance. A chain reaction of micro-events and a natural predisposition toward certain things. Is interest in something predestined? I don't know. It's like wondering why one kid is genetically built to sprint while another is naturally better at math. Heredity? Some forgotten gene from the early days in Africa, or just a random spark from an ancestor who happened to be good at numbers? It's no more mystical than wondering why someone ends up with curly hair when both parents have straight hair.
I think if people feel they need the concept of "fate," it's because they can't stomach the idea that everything they see—including themselves—is just the result of a random initial impulse followed by a mess of coincidental causes and adaptations. To avoid that discomfort, they invent some massive hidden plan. They sit around hoping Peter Pan, King Arthur, Captain Picard, or Neo will show up to reveal the terrifying possibility that none of this actually means anything. Or maybe it does, and I just don't know... but again, no proof...
I guess you could also say it’s the power of love... if you want to look at it that way.
🙂