Destination Does Not Make House Calls

Destiny, also called fate, fate or star, does not make house calls. If we want to meet him, we have to go looking for him. Because even if we think that reality is there to satisfy our wishes as if by magic, our wishes will not come true until we get down to work to fulfill them. Even sometimes this may not be enough.

I dare say that the best moments of our life are usually those in which we take control of our life, those in which we act under our decisions and in which we somehow acquire control of our destiny. Because instead of praying to the universe or waiting for the plans to align, it is necessary that we consider what we want to achieve and once we are clear about it, get down to work to embark on the path to our goals.

We write fate with our decisions

We create destiny with every step we take and with every choice we make. However, too many people believe that simply by letting go and wishing for something to happen, it will come true. But from my perspective, it is not true. The only way we can have what we want is by fighting for it.

On the other hand, some believe that each person comes to this world with a specific destiny. According to this idea, we all have something to accomplish, some message has to be delivered or some jobs have to be completed. In this way, we would not be here by accident, there would be a purpose for our existence.

Now, it is not so important what we create about our end, because each one of us has his own destiny, that in created under the threads of our decisions. The only imperative is to follow it, fight for it, accept it. Each one of us must do what we consider in every moment of our life.

Destiny: superstition or reality?

To finish we leave you a story that analyzes how destiny may or may not influence our life. We hope you like it.

David was a very pious and observant man. A devout and believing Jew. One night, while he was sleeping, an angel appeared to him in his dreams.

“David,” said the angel, ” I come from heaven to grant you a wish.” God has decided to reward you and sends me with this message. You can ask for whatever you want, when you wake up, you will receive it. When you wake up you will remember everything that has happened and you will know that it is not a product of your mind. Ask, then. What do you want the most?

David thought for a moment and then remembered that there was a topic that had been haunting him lately. It was his own death. Encouraged by the angel, he requested the following:

-I want you to tell me exactly what day and what time I’m going to die.

Upon hearing this, the angel seemed to go even paler and hesitated.

-I don’t know if I can tell you that.

-You told me I could ask for whatever I wanted. Well, that’s what I want.

“I also said that it was a prize for you and if I tell you what you ask of me, you will live like a wretch, counting the days until the end,” said the angel. That would not be a reward, but a punishment. Choose something else.

David thought and thought. But sometimes, when the idea of ​​death takes over the head, it is difficult to eradicate it.

-Tell me, in any case, what is the day of my death.

The angel realized that there was nothing he could do to get him out of that idea and that, if he did not answer him, that would also be failing to fulfill his mission, which was to reward David. Therefore, he reluctantly agreed.

-Since you are a good man and a good Jew, you have the honor of being among those chosen who die on the holiest day of the week. You will die on Shabbat.

With that said, the angel said goodbye. David slept peacefully until the next morning.

Upon awakening, just as his appearance had anticipated, he had the vivid memory of what he had dreamed of. In addition, he felt the compliment of being the only man who knew in advance that he would die on Saturday.

The following days everything went well, at least until Friday. As he prepared for the arrival of Saturday, David began to shake.

Wouldn’t this be the Saturday of your hour? Was this the reason why the angel had appeared to him at that time? What was the point of going to the temple on the last day of your life? Since he was going to die, he preferred to stay at home. David understood that he had made a mistake. He knew something that he would have preferred not to know, because it only served him to suffer and make those he loved feel bad.

The man finally believed he had found the solution. He would read the Torah every Friday night and would not stop until the first star of the day as no one is supposed to die while reading the Jewish holy book.

So it was. Two or three months passed and one Saturday morning, as David read the holy book of the Torah non-stop, he heard through the window the voice of someone crying out in despair:

– Fire! Fire! The house is set on fire. Come out. There is fire .. Quick …

It was Shabbat and he remembered the angel’s message; But he also remembered that The Zohar assured that while he was reading the Torah he was safe, and to convince himself he repeated:

-Nothing can happen to me, I am reading the Torah.

But the voices from the street urged: Those who are in the attic… Are you listening to me? Get out now, it may be late later! Get out!

David trembled. This happened to him for having wanted to save, for having tried to outwit fate. He was finally  going to die, a victim of his attempt to save himself.

“Maybe he’s still on time,” he finally told himself. And closing the Torah book, he looked at the ladder confirming that the fire had not yet reached there. David came down trying to avoid certain death. He ran down the stairs, jumping steps two at a time; and that’s how he tripped and rolled down the stairs to the ground, hitting the back of his neck on the last step.

David died on the spot, that Shabbat, unaware that the fire was in the house across the street and that it had never reached his. His concern for fate made him perish before his time.