Some people really dig the idea that what’s meant to be will be. It cultivates a sense of hope when crazy things happen and throw us off course; the unexpected happened because it was meant to. And in some cosmic sense, said events are pushing us in some unforeseen direction.
Others detest the lack of control that this notion suggests. What’s the point of trying if we can’t chart our own future?
The truth of the statement hangs in the balance between the two. While our efforts don’t go unrecognized, they aren’t the end all be all of our destinies. We can steer the ship in a general direction, but we can’t dictate our exact route. And no matter how forcefully we pull, we’ll probably helplessly watch said ship crash into a few icebergs and nearly sink a few times.
Personally, I find this philosophy quite beautiful and forgiving. Life is all about taking risks and chances, crashing and burning, falling flat on our faces and picking ourselves back up again. That’s how we get stronger, wiser, and more open.