Predestination. Meaning of life.

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This is my essay on predestination and how it ties into our identity. I wrote it as a mandatory assignment for school, thought some might enjoy food for the mind.

Submitted: November 14, 2010

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People live their lives secluded in the thought of the present. Some almost never take the time to ponder on the thought on whether or not they have a say, whatsoever, as to where they will end up or who they will be say five years from now. Narrowing it down to myself, I can honestly say that I have given thought to such a question. Do I have power over the events that are yet to occur and did I have any say in the events that have already passed? The answer is technically yes but truthfully if one looks at it in depth, no.  
Although I live in the moment and most of the time I do not think of my decisions. Our actions are always shackled to some form of thought. Most of my actions have been predestined. Not by some holy power above but by the events that occurred before what ever has yet to happen. One can say it is like a chain reaction. A chain of events leading one after the other. Never really being able to break the chain and actually being able to stop and analyze each decision before its making.
My life is governed not by what I have the power over , but what I don’t have the power over, memories. Memories sometimes never leave us. As distraught as they might be or as pleasant as they might come. Once a memory is engraved in our minds, it follows us forever, like a shadow. Our actions are then based on these memories, either to avoid repeating the instance or to attempt to recreate the magic present in the occurrence. Whether it being a pleasant or a terrible memory.
That being, memories predestine our life. Early memories. Ones we experience as a child, and not a child physically but a child mentally. Another non materialistic shackle that binds us is emotions. Emotion tying to dreams or desires. Dreams or desires tying to memories. An endless cycle.
Emotions come in many faces. Jealousy, capability, satisfaction, lust, inspiration, love, interest, happiness, joy, anger, apprehension, boredom, and many others. These emotions carve a hole inside of us. A hole we hunger to fill. Each day that passes we spend our dedication trying to fill this hole. Our actions composed of the obsession on filling this vacuous space. With no satisfaction ever occurring, we are never at peace. We continue to repeat our actions, endlessly, because our needs are never met. The hole is never whole. We are never at peace with ourselves. That is until we die but that’s a really depressing way to look at the subject. Life isn’t a fairy tale and the truth never has been sugarcoated.
Emotions. They predestine our actions. Its simple; our actions predestine our memories, memories predestine our actions, our actions predestine the events. The cycle goes on. Not even including when cycles collide. When two peoples worlds become one. This is what life is composed of, my life, your life, the person sitting across from you’ life. It is all the same. These are the elements that bind life together. Like atoms binding elements. This is your identity, his identity, her identity, my identity. It cannot be changed, our lives are predestined in an odd sick way.


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