I believe in fate.
If you asked me twenty years ago I if I do, my answer would definitely be an absolute no. I could have enumerated all the reasons I could come up with in addition to my loftier goals I planned years before.
Right now, yeah, I am sure: fate is real.
I am not surprised though if many of you will disagree about belief in fate. I respect your points of view. 🙂
I came to this realization while I was clearing my small orchard the other day. While taking a breather under a tall decades old mango tree which I inherited from the previous owner, my mind wandered off a bit, well, a quick review of my past in a flash.
I asked myself, “Did I ever consider my life to be where I am right now?”
After drinking two glasses of water, I remembered the first tree I planted as a ten year old. But, I was not sure why I did it back then. It is only now that I seem to connect it to fate.
It is definitely a long story of graduating as an engineer, to taking chances in the undeveloped Middle East, to savoring a short episode in a part of Scandinavia and then back to the land of my birth. It was a roller coaster ride I begin to accept as detour to where I am destined.
In fact, there is a local saying, which roughly translated, stating:
The procession might be too long,
but it always end up in the church.
Do I have regrets? None really. Along the way, probably. But today, as I write this post, I am satisfied with the way things are going. A simple life will suffice. 🙂
All I need is the icing on the cake, so to speak. 😀