Being born, into this body,
This body and these circumstances
Is ordained by fate and necessity
Yet what’s fated is only a portion
Of what is and what might be

And Necessity, Ananke, apportions
To you only what is necessary and
Not accidental, not good or bad,
Not even guaranteed within a life

But in this heroic age of
self-sufficiency and competitiveness
With its winner-takes-all attitude
Paranoid determinism defines life

For the causal stance is being
Pushed from behind by the past
While telos propels you forwards
Towards a higher purpose

Fate, Moira, cares not to make
Some divine plan for mortal souls
Fate intervenes at odd unexpected
Junctions with a sly push or
Big shove when the time is ripe

And to ponder interventions of fate
Is to determine if the hindering
Gusts are meant to distract you
From your current path or shift
Your course to a new destination