He
believed that his life was going the only way it could go. Why it was going that way, whether it was
karma, God’s will, or something else altogether, he did not know, nor, he
decided, was it necessary that he know.
One
thing was certain, however, and that was that it was happening beyond his
control. It was like being on a raft
heading for a waterfall, with nothing he could do to keep from going over the
edge. It was only a matter of when.
It
affected how he viewed other people, though.
If his life was going the only way it could go, then their lives were,
too, most likely.
It aroused in him feelings of compassion, new to him, so that his life was
suddenly going another way it could.
Yet, it was all one fate.
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