Some call it fate, destiny, karma, divine will, or circumstances. What ever you call it; as my mind wanders lately - it seems to often land in this general area.
I've always believed that everything happens for a reason. Everything. Even if it takes years to understand why it happened. Or even if we never understand. I know some believe that we make our own destiny. Based on the choices we make, or the actions we take. But I also believe we make the choices we do and do the things we do for a reason.
And sometimes it seems that no matter how much we want something to occur, or not. No matter how hard we work to make it happen, or not - if it is meant to be, it will. And if it's just not meant to be - it won't. We can scream and cry. Kick and hit. Wish and pray. Work our finger to the bone or stand still. In the end, it is just what it is.
We can constantly rail against the circumstances in which we find ourselves. Or we can make some sort of peace with them. And begin thinking about how to best deal with them and what will be our next step into our future. And into our destiny.