With Big Brother. I will not watch it again until Dick the dick is off. And from the looks of what the meddlesome producers have done, the miscreant will survive another week. What I can’t get over is the utter stupidity of the other house members. Argh!
Okay, taking a deep cleansing breath. I’m not going to grumble today. Today is Friday and I woke up alive. My family is healthy and I’m working on a book I love. Life is good. It is good because I have made it good. I am in control of my destiny. I make my choices, and I live with them, and the consequences. I have no one to blame but myself if things go awry. I control my own destiny. Destiny does not control me. Ok, so with that, does fate conspire when someone does something to help or hurt someone else? I mean, let’s say I introduce a writer to an editor and the editor encourages that person to submit and the editor loves it and the person sells. Is that fate? Or is it just a matter of a day in the life of the people involved?
Does fate move some to help and others to hinder? Is there something predetermined? Or is life what we determine? I know we can’t help or control the actions of others, not in the strict sense, and that we can only control what we have direct control over, our choices. But when someone else’s bad choice or good choice impacts our life and we have no control over it, does that mean we really don’t have control? I mean at the end of the day if I do everything right and some drunk runs a red light and creams me, is that fate? Am I destined to die that way?
I firmly believe we are in control of ourselves. Our feelings, our actions. I also believe that what we are in control of can benefit others. If we chose to. If I had a gazillion dollars, I know I would travel the world, not as a gazillionaire, but as a regular Joe (ok I’d stay at nice hotels) and look deep into society and see who would benefit most from my money and then give it. With one condition: Use it for the greater good of mankind.
I watched Apacalypto last night with my son. He promised me it was an inspirational movie, and it was, but it was infused with human cruelty to others. I left the room several times. Watching humans intentionally inflict pain on others sickens me. It’s why I have stopped watching Big Brother 8. The producers are willfully encouraging the housemates to play emotional games with the others. And we are not talking about name calling here, we are talking about willful, hurtful ploys, and verbal attacks that go deeper then a mere insult.
I am proud of myself that I have chosen a higher road to touch people. I’ll take the philanthropic route any day. It’s why I do my First Line Contest. Originally it was a marketing technique, to drive traffic to my website. It’s gone beyond that now. I want to be the catalyst to a writer’s dream of publication. While I can’t publish them, I can open the door to an editor’s office. The 5 finalists in my contest get a 10 page read by a New York editor. This time around Hilary Teeman (formerly Rubin, [she got hitched]) of St Martins is my final judge. I cannot tell you how excited I am.
What I want to know is, it really all about karma? Or is there really a predetermined path?