"What fates impose, that men must needs abide; It boots not to resist both wind and tide"
- William Shakespeare
"Fate is not the ruler, but the servant of Providence"
- Edward G. Bulwer-Lytton
Finally. As the large clock overhead chimed six o’clock, Fate heaved a huge sigh of relief. Gathering her things, she waved merrily to her co-workers and ignored their irritated grumbles at her cheerfulness. She sobered up and practically tip-toed past Life’s office door and ran to the elevator. She whistled on the ride down. She loved Fridays. They marked the beginning of her much deserved breaks. Constantly fulfilling destinies and steering people on the right (or wrong in some cases) path was exhausting. From now until Monday at nine in the morning, she was off and free. She loved it. She could still feel the tugs on her mind. There were people whose wills were determined to force her into action. But she firmly filed them away. She was off. There was no way that she was going to meddle or be called into action before her weekend was over.
Lol. A day in the life of Fate. This came to me in a conversation with Lina and my silly mind would not leave me be until it was written. Fate takes weekends off. I figure even Fate needs some time off. All those demands! I can so see her as a clock watcher who runs towards the elevator eagerly awaiting her release from pressing demands. I can also see Life as an overtaxed worker with no time off who doesn't hesitate to show displeasure. I would tip-toe passed that door too.
There are so many people who rely on fate and who believe that everything is fated to be. Can you imagine the pressure? But I'd rather think like Mr. Bulwer-Lytton. Fate is but a servant and deserves some time to herself as well. Perhaps when she takes these days off, man can do for themselves what they constantly yearn and leave to fate. Or maybe I'm too jaded. But still, I wonder: What does Fate do on the weekends? ^___^
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