I believe in fate-- to a degree. I believe that our choices create our fate; everything we do has repercussions, big or small. After we have made a choice, it cannot be undone, and that instantaneous repercussion cannot be taken back.
Unwittingly, we change our future through each choice we make. However, once that choice has been made, it is not up to us what the results of that choice will be. Sure, our guesses are sometimes right, but many times what we thought would happen is not what happens at all. For example, if I jumped on my bed right now, the vibrations could cause the ceiling to collapse upon my head. I could be concussed, or wind up in the hospital on life support for internal bleeding. That would certainly not have been my intention, but my choice to jump on my bed created a circumstance out of my control.
However, it does not have to be anything that serious. I could get up to get a snack and spill something on the floor. It doesn't seem like anything influential, but my seeing the stain later could influence my train of thought.
(I think I've made my point, I can stop babbling now.)
Oedipus, on the other hand, was written to have absolutely no choice in his fate-- it was planned out, and no matter what choices he made, he would kill his father and marry his mother, simple as that. That's how the story was written, that's how it plays out-- fiction is so much easier to comprehend than real life.
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