Destiny/Religion Discussion- he started it. LOL
Walking along the leaf strewn pathway in silence, he suddenly turned to her and said in an almost breathless voice which belied the quiet gait in which they had been traveling, “There’s one question at the heart of existence. Do we walk the road or does the road walk us?”
Smiling, she stopped and tilted her head upwards towards the sun, feeling its warmth encompass her face. “Back to destiny I see.” She was referring to the recent conversation that had escalated into a heated debate three weeks before. They had both seen the movie Slumdog Millionaire prior to its 8 Academy Award honors, and the movie’s under riding theme of destiny, coupled with his search for meaning in his own life had brought them to the discussion.
“The answer is that WE walk the road,” she said.
“Why?”
“Because we are in control. We have free will that enables us to make choices. We can jump off the highway at any time.”
“Can we really?” He kicked at a small grey rock that lay in the center of the path. It went airborne and skipped twice before landing in the long grass to the right of the walkway.
She turned to him and said, “I believe so. I guess it depends on whether you feel that you are in control of your life or not.”
“So, smart one, does control of the means equate to control of the end?” He smiled slyly, hoping to trap her into a conundrum.
“Yes, of course,” she answered back quickly and raced ahead of him chasing the shadows that were falling from the trees lining the path.
“Strange view for a Christian to have!” he panted as he caught up to her, his long legs falling back into step with her shorter ones. She ignored him, knowing exactly where he was going to take this argument.
He continued on with a different tactic:“Sooo, is the future static or dynamic?” She looked up into his green eyes; eyes that once upon a time could look down into the depths of her soul and she froze for a moment. Memories came flooding back and emotions began to swirl. She took a deep breath and banished them back down into the deepness of the past: a place that was no longer talked about.
“Dynamic of course!” she said, smiling sweetly, hoping the rip in the fabric of her stoicism didn’t show.
“Of course?” he replied. “What do you mean, of course?”
She replied, “Yes, how could it be static? Static means unchanging.
He replied, “Yes it does. Maybe the future is as concrete as the past.”
To be continued....
Copyright Michelle Beckham-Corbin
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