Fate is a category of purposeful (teleological) thought: of possibilities, and time, and necessity. A way for one to conceive a possible future as a necessary one. An attempt to control the unknown as a product of an intricate and often elusive causal system. A constellation of cosmic domino pieces. A way to sustain an imaginary and necessary affinity between separate things in order to settle oneself in a specific manner. A way to offer potentiality and challenge to a life of creation: establishing the random and accidental as necessary and essential. Without any regrets. As an expression of human finitude, the horizon of our actions. An expression of the anxieties and hopes that are our everyday life. An attempt to think life under explanation and reasoning, under meaning.

Since fate is always now. It is the way the present wishes to feel and touch the future. The way the future is already present in the now. Because, to be honest: “Everything is unknown, and there is no freedom of choice.” To be honest, the future is wide-open and we are finite. Truth be told, we must transgress and create who we are, play the cards we were dealt.

With that, fate seems to reverse orders: the shared precedes the private from which it derives; necessity precedes the potential from which it is determined; hope precedes the gamble that gives it tangibility.

Fate is nothing but a mode of intentionality. Embracing the human you are as the fate of the man you are. To answer to fate means: to be on the way; to be (a man) on the way of becoming human.

“You can’t always get what you want; but you get what you need.” (Rolling Stones)