Eenie, meenie, minie, mo
So I’m writing this stupid paper about La Celestina…which, if you haven’t heard of it, you probably should. It’s like the Spanish version of Romeo and Juliet. It’s a nice story and all, I’m just on page 14 of this paper, and I NEVER want to read and/or talk about this story ever again after tomorrow. But a lot of this story has to do with fate. You see, this book was written right around the time everyone was becoming obsessed with humanism. It used to be that a long time ago, everyone thought destiny controlled your life. They thought that you had no say in the outcome of your life. But when humanism appeared, man suddenly had value. Now man was important, not just his reasoning or his soul. Now people believed you could do or say things that would change your own fate. Kind of cool, I guess.
But here’s the thing about fate. Yes, essentially, life is what we make it. I can decide to get a college degree or not, and that will change my fate. I can choose to have a family or not, and that will change my fate. But a lot of times fate is like a strange, unpopular restaurant, filled with odd waiters who bring you things you never asked for and don’t always like. So which is it? Do I get to choose what happens to me? Or does something else? Or does Someone else? But then again…does it even matter?
