Luck doesn't exist

Davinder Singh

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For many people a belief is a predisposed idea that they have held in their minds for quite some time. However for a large majority of people beliefs are formed over time through exposure to different ideas and life experiences. In my own life I've had one experience in particular that has shaped how I perceive everything. After being in a nearly fatal situation a person always thinks, “Why did this happen to me?”, “Why am I still here?”. For the longest time I remember not being able to answer these questions, but when you cant move all you can really do is think. After much deliberation with myself I arrived at the conclusion that there is no such thing as luck or misfortune, that everything done by the power of destiny and that we shape how our destiny turns out. If you ask any of my friends what I tell them when something goes well or when something goes wrong they can probably quote me right to down to these words. If that day I had simply decided to go to work like I was supposed to, at the end of the day I wouldn't have ended up nearly bleeding out in my car. I don't believe it was luck that saved me, I believe that I was destined to live through it so that in the future I can serve a greater purpose. And for this reason I have a completely different attitude about life, and have decided that I want to help people directly and be a paramedic. The beliefs that people hold are their own but this one is mine....

I believe that luck does not exist, neither do predestined occurrences, that our destinies are shaped by our actions.

"Home Sickness"

It's kind of weird that when I left I wasn't really concerned about being homesick for the purposes that a person might be or should be. I didn't really miss seeing my family, I mean i'd been living with these same people for the past 18 years without any break at all or any new experience of living with someone else. But of course I wouldn't tell them that, I would just have to fake it like a normal kid who probobably does miss thier mother and father and call them every now and then. Suprisingly I missed my friends in La Plata more then I missed my mom, dad, or my sister. So I had a pretty good system going on I could fake home sickness every weekend and drive an hour and half back to La Plata and see my parents really quick. Though my secret motives for even going back was just to see what was left of my friends who had not yet gone to college. I guess my mom must have figured out my plan because she held me up one day, I think on purpose, by making me run very "important" errands, such as getting grocery or going to Virginia to get supplies for work. It's not like I hate my family, its just I'd rather, at this time, see my friends more then them. And I live with my extended family so I get the same treatment thier i would with them at home. But thier are some friends that you cant replace with new friends, a certain uniqueness that they have. Maybe this problem will resolve itself, I dont know. I guess I'll just have to wait and see where this weekend takes me.