Everybody has had something happen where they ask themselves, why? Was it fate? Was it meant to be? Will it lead me to something bigger, something better? The last three days lead me to question my faith a lot. This was hard because suddenly everything i believed in for so long didn’t seem to make sense to me anymore. Now here I am scrambling to process the jumbled philosophies in my head 3 hours before I need to turn this in. The problem is I could and I will spend a lifetime questioning my self and what I believe in amongst other things, three days just isn't enough. My true opinion will take longer than the time I have now, and I envy the people who are willing to express their theories with absolute confidence. However, I think I’ve gotten as close as I can for now at least. And, although my opinion may be unpopular and my mind is still racing with ideas I’ve drawn the conclusion that fate is not real.
This essay has been incredibly difficult for me. I’ve always been curious, I always want to learn more. I devour books in the attempt to learn, not about facts or information necessarily, but other people’s perspective on life because I feel like if I go through my whole life with only my views on things I'm missing out. My dad and I talk about quantum physics all the time. I ask questions…show more content… The thought that there is no fate makes the sad times just seem sadder. It makes hard work seem harder. Because with determinism yes, you can make your own choices but its almost like jumping on a trampoline your doing the jumping but the springs are taking you up higher. Without the concept of determinism, you are doing all the jumping all the hard work. Not believing is difficult is hard and I wish I could but at the moment the concept seems incredibly far away. My head isn’t clear yet and so it always a possibility and I hope someday ill fully
