All the World's a Stage

One of the most heated arguments/conversations I have with my friends, esp when Im jobless and chatting to satiate my boredom, is the one about fate.Destiny.Are we as humans responsible for our future or is there some higher power controlling the strings?Unable to control our future can be both a frightening thought as well as comforting one.Frightening because nothing we do matters;comforting because,well, nothing we do matters.Does their exist anything called luck or chance or is every event predetermined be it two people falling in love or an athlete winning a medal or even a road accident?Was Shakespeare thinking of the same when he said All the world's a stage,And all the men and women merely players.

Gary Zukav flirted with this idea and then seemingly rubbished off the concept of destiny as he claimed Newtonian physics which fails to completely explain the workings of the Universe predicted the same to be a big machine with we but cogs in the system.Its been some time since I read those words but they were to that effect.Physics is useful for something atleast...

Serendipity.Another related topic.Albeit not exactly the same thing.Or is it? Is there anything like people made for each other? Or is the whoe idea what my old History teacher used to say "unadulterated filth"?Personally I have mixed feelings for the idea.On another level I do feel that some people get along better than others even after knowing them for no time at all.Though the concept of soulmate seems too farfetched.

San's Psych 101 ends for the day.San also feels he is writing too much crap and not concentrating enough on important trivial yet amusing posts.San will stop referring to himself in the third person.

All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy
All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy
All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy
All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy




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