mercuryshade9

[mercuryshade9]

What is fate, truly?

Is fate a god, sweeping a mortal from the battlefield, telling him that this is not his end? Is it a spear gently pushed in another direction by the wind, sparing a life that might have been taken too soon? Is it writing that simply says, this one must die by the hand of his enemy, in bold? Is fate what those above have decreed must occur?

Or is it something else?

Fate is a man deciding to hold his pride higher than his victory, the deaths caused by his decision already decided before the words left his mouth, for there was no other way he would respond. Fate is a city spared for one more day by its attacker, not because a god came down to stop him, but because he cannot live in a world where his beloved remains unburied for a day longer. Fate is a warrior deciding his glory rules him more than his family, despite what might happen to them after his death.

Fate might be written, but it is only able to be because the players in this tale could only ever make one choice. It's just their nature.

Even the gods make their own choices. Calling it the will of destiny is only a formality.

[mercuryshade9]

"Sometimes, you just don't fit in the backpack"

Don't think a line has haunted me more than this one. Not just because of the point in the game it's from (well, a version of the line), but because of just how much meaning can go into it.

"Sometimes, you just don't fit in the backpack"

You're leaving. You try to take as much as you can, pick up every last piece of your life and shove it in. But no matter how hard you try, it's never going to all fit in there. You can't fit your whole life in a backpack, no matter how hard you try.

"Sometimes, you just don't fit in the backpack"

Your last moments. The future ahead, moving forward without you. You can try as hard as you can to move forward with it, but eventually, things have to be left behind. It can't be the future if the past is still hanging onto it like a ghost. You don't fit in the backpack anymore.

"Sometimes, you just don't fit in the backpack"

Sometime, somewhere, YOU won't fit in the backpack. Because it's only so big, and the self is too expansive of an idea to ever fit in such a space. Something has to be left behind. You just get to decide what it is.