Iʼve lost two of my best friends this year. One of them was really close to me, he was my other half, my partner in crime, 50% of my life. He died in a bike accident on 13th May and he was 16 at the time. I lost another friend on 30th July to heart failure. Though we werenʼt very close, we had millions of memories together. He was just 15 years old. I don’t understand why that happened? We all know that coronavirus is spreading right now. Them getting infected and then passing away wouldʼve made a lot more sense to me. I had spoken to both of them days before the mishap and it hurts thinking that they wonʼt ever come back.
This is me questioning destiny. Why did it happen this way? Why did this happen to them? To me, to their families, to the people who cared about them? Who is getting benefited by their deaths? Who wouldʼve been happy when they died? Both of them were such sweethearts with absolutely no beef with anyone.
I would like to quote very famous lines from The Alchemist by Paul Coelho -
“At a certain point in our lives, we lose control of what's happening to us, and our lives become controlled by fate. That's the world's greatest lie.”
And with that quote, I used to believe that there is nothing called “destiny”. Nothing is meant to happen, anything can be changed. Even the “already written destiny” if we want. We are in control of whatever happens to us. Turns out, these incidents in the past few months have changed my perspective about destiny. Maybe things are supposed to happen the way they are happening. But why?
Editor: Achala Athreya