One of my favorite themes to explore in my writing is that of free will vs. predestination. How much of one's life is not only outside one's own control, but actually in the control of an outside agency? Are we as individuals able to make choices, or is every crossroads in one's existence merely a foregone conclusion, inevitable in light of what has gone before?
I've had a real roller coaster ride so far this year. Many opportunities have been placed before me, and never being one to
turn away from possibilities, I tend to explore them all to at least some extent. I'm a firm believer that everything happens for a reason, that chance is not a factor in my life. So now I look back over the first half of the year and wonder how I'm supposed to grow based on what I've experienced...particularly since I've written perhaps a thousand words of prose in six months, and I've maintained this writing blog almost not at all.
I trust that I'm learning something, I just don't know what it is yet.
One thing I
have learned, once again, is that I have to make time to write — words won't just happen. I started doing that again about a week ago, and now I'm getting ready to shop a short story for the first time in quite awhile. My life goal for the rest of this year is to get
really serious about writing. Of course, I have two other unrelated life goals, and the key will be to divide my time appropriately between them.
And by the end of the year, maybe I'll have some inkling as to the reason behind some of my recent experiences. Perhaps it's just to give me a larger palette from which to paint with words. If so, I can accept that...it's more than reason enough.