It's funny how life likes to throw us curveballs, right when we think we've figured out the game. Picture this: you're standing at the intersection of Destiny Drive and Freewill Avenue. Which way do you go? Are we all part of a cosmic plan, or do we blaze our own trails? It's the age-old tug-of-war between destiny and free will, and let me tell you, it's been going on way longer than those socks you've been forgetting to throw out.

We humans, in our relentless pursuit of understanding, have often sought the comfort of choosing sides. Let’s take Mrs. Faithful Faith, for instance. Deeply religious, she firmly believes that each of us has a destiny. She'll tell you, "Honey, God's got your back!" Each time life throws her a curveball, she pitches a prayer. Hopeful about a certain outcome? She’s on the prayer hotline. Facing a challenge? More prayers coming up. And when life goes all melodramatic, she’ll say, "Maybe, just maybe, it’s God’s will." And she might just be right.
Then, there's Mr. Scientific Sam. An analytical thinker, he's certain we craft our own stories. Willpower, commitment, and that dash of audacity are his trinity. Sam believes that every one of our actions, our every choice, is the chisel that shapes our life's statue.

But here's my take—and trust me, it's a roller coaster. When I was younger, I was brimming with willpower and guts. Think of a pint-sized Indiana Jones without the whip. But for every dragon I thought I slayed, there were times the universe seemed determined to play pranks on me. No matter how hard I tried, sometimes the doors just wouldn't budge. Ever felt that? Like you're passionately shaking a locked door only to find another one quietly swinging open behind you?

So, I changed my strategy: surrender. Instead of pushing against the cosmic tide, I decided to surf it. And oh boy, did the universe surprise me! It seemed like this "higher power", which often acted like a stern schoolteacher shushing me, started winking and pointing at doors I hadn't even noticed before.
While exploring this newfound alliance, I realized something quite paradoxical. Even though I felt like I was choosing my path with total freedom, it seemed as though there was this underlying... melody, guiding me to a dance that felt right.

Now, I've always been a "go-getter," a shaker, a mover, a... well, you get the point. But the cosmic humor is, while I still "go and get," it feels like it's within a divinely marked lane. So, after all this waltzing with life, here's my two cents: Perhaps we do have the free will to choose. But maybe, that choice is simply whether or not to embrace our destiny.