Of Fatalism
If I were to listen to and accept the fatalist's speech
how could I humbly pray to God and to Him, beseech
that He help guide the path on which I should walk?
No, I could not, so I denounce such dour dogmatic talk.
I refuse to believe my future has already been charted
or from the first drawn breath my destiny had started.
If that were true, it would mean I would have no choice
over what I do or say, who I know, for I'd have no voice.
If I had to follow a blueprint, a program already declared,
consider me a robot, mentally and emotionally impaired.
That idea is an irrational assumption, so I shall abstain
from the concept of fatalism, and from its apathy I refrain.
What a boring life I'd have if I could not be spontaneous.
No surprises if every thought I'd consider, 'miscellaneous.'
My psyche would be an empty well, and how terribly unfair
if my heart had no free will to choose one for whom I care.
If fatalism was stark reality I'd accept fate without blinking,
and I'd wander in my existence without need of thinking.
I don't think things simply happen based on circumstance,
for I believe we are guided by our own designs and chance.
If everything was preconceived, I could never be emotive
and set no goals to reach because I wouldn't have a motive.
Fatalism is an illusory impression, a blight upon the mind,
and to that doctrine's point of view, I refuse to be confined.
August 14, 2022
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