I came across a poem today that talked about people not necessarily being part of our destiny. And then I wondered, has anyone ever realized that they have achieved their destiny? Or at least the destiny they perceived they had? Or do we do to destiny what we do to expectations? Do we make it a perpetual chase, forever raising the bar to keep it completely unattainable? Would we even recognize achieving our destiny?
It’s quite romantic to think that someone or something else is needed to get us where we’re going. Like the missing piece of a key to unlock a new life. If this is the case, then we must examine why we think we’re incomplete. It seems that the idea of completion is so intoxicating that we would be willing to negotiate with our destiny and put our fate in the hands of another just to experience it. Our fates. Think about that.
We should also come to realize that our destiny isn’t some moment in the future. We are living our destinies every moment of every day. Because each moment we live is the culmination of some past thought, action, decision, etc. Our destiny is equally now and later.
If you can see the logic in this, then you can see that it is 100% possible to change our own destinies. But the moment you proclaim someone (or something) to be part of your destiny, you give over the power of your personal meaning to be created through another’s vision.
When you affirm anything by using the word “destiny” you are simply acknowledging that something you want awaits you. You embrace that your decisions have guided (and are guiding) you to it. And you also know, deep down, that it’s the way you interact with what comes to you which will promote your desired outcome. Your “destiny.”
So make someone part of your life with whom you share similar visions. Because destinies seem to be ever-evolving, based on individual interactions with circumstances. Which means there is no way for anyone to be our destiny, we can only be our own.