“Men at some times are masters of their fates;
The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars,
But in ourselves, that we are underlings.”
-Cassius, Julius Caesar, 1.2.139-141
I’m not much one for destiny. I don’t believe in fate. I’m not sure everything or anything in life has a purpose or a meaning. What life does present is a never ending series of choices, some less perplexing than others. Even things that seem rote and mechanical are truly choices we repeatedly make. It’s not every day you ask yourself if you will get up and go to work that day; you made the decision to do that back when you accepted the position.