Wishing, hoping, not praying

I’m high but I’m grounded
I’m sane but I’m overwhelmed
I’m lost but I’m hopeful, baby
And what it all comes down to
Is that everything’s gonna be fine, fine, fine
–Alanis Morissette/One Hand In My Pocket

The age old question: can you influence how things turn out?

It seems so fucking obvious that you can. I mean, if I want tomato plants and I don’t plant them or buy them, I am very unlikely to have them. Unless…
If I believe in a deity, and it’s in her ineffable plan, she will provide them. Someone will just stop by with them, or a friend will have extras.

But.

Well.

That’s asinine. I mean, I hate to disrespect anyone’s beliefs, but pre-determinism just. Ugh. It’s dumb. (Wow. Well stated.)

Doesn’t it make you wonder?

The whole idea of predetermination just kind of rankles, right? You can do what ever harebrained or cruel thing you want, because everything will turn out the way it is supposed to. Free will? Bah, humbug.

It is the one thing that sort of makes me wish I believed in a heavenly referee handing out penalties. I mean, having a rule book would come in really handy.

Still, I do wonder.

It would really take the stress out of absolutely everything if that is what you believed. I think I will go on believing in muddling through as best as I can while trying not to be too much of a douche.

Love the people who deserve it, forgive the ones who don’t and maybe still love them anyway. They are probably just muddling through, too. Maybe eventually they’ll get the message about not being douches.

Tell the people you love how you feel, including the creeps. I suspect it pisses them off.

The only thing I am really sure of? Everything will be fine, fine, fine.

And I will die at some point.
Not just me. You, too.

And for some reason, those Facebook quizzes never suggest philosophy as a career for me. Weird.

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