Fate. Like big letters that scroll across your mind the word makes you stop and think… does everything really happen for a reason? Was that just a coincidence or will it lead to something, that will lead to something? I have a hard time with this concept because I feel like I should have control over my life by the choices I make. Recently I have had some contention with my disbelief leading me to think about this idea of fate. My problem is fate is inextricably tied in with love. It seems like every person you love, you LOVE, like “whoa.” How do measure it? It meaning either love or fate. How much does fate interfere with love or visa versa. I am having flash backs of “The Adjustment Bureau.”
Alfred Gockle
If only these things, these ideas were as static and tangible as art. You can see art, touch it (not recommended), smell it and feel it emotionally even if you cannot understand it. The inspiration for art can be the smallest, meaningless encounter. To say the same about love and fate…presently it is taboo. I suppose that the idea of fate and love inspiring one to write could be similar; however it is so often taken out of context, taken too seriously. When is it right for one to just contemplate these ideas like one would contemplate a piece of art; the emotions, vibrancy, rhythm and intensity.
The intricacies of art can at time be just as complicated as those of love.
Robert Indiana
Why must one love? What drives a person to love and feel loved? We seek it out like it is a lost treasure; yet when we find it we know not what to do with it. I find this similar practice with collecting art. A person will bid, bribe, cheat, fight and banter over a piece of coveted art. Once acquired the work vanishes into a dark closet or lonely warehouse never to be seen again. I find this an atrocious way of living. One must make the best of what they have, not squander it away. Who ever thought art and love would be such victims of similar acts. Is it Fate?
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October 18, 2011 at 12:56 pm
How odd that I am lead here. In the same pursuit yet given a direction I had not seen before. But it does make sense, this perspective, which I am partial toward but not experienced with. Yet I am still given the next clue as to where I should go next.