Do You Believe In Fate?

Do you believe in Fate?  Some suggest that time itself is guiding the choice, even when free will feels present.

I was once asked if I believed in fate. “Yes” I answered, without any hesitation. The confidence in my voice surprised even me, and later, when the room had emptied and the question lingered, I wondered why I had been so certain.

My mind drifted to a story I’d heard about Harrison Ford, the famous actor from Star Wars fame – how he wasn’t discovered through careful planning or ambition, but through a series of near accidents and coincidences. He was a carpenter, installing a door for Francis Ford Coppolla, the famous film director, when George Lucas and Richard Dreyfuss came to visit. Lucas noticed the young carpenter, his mannerisms, the look and the voice and on a whim asked if he would help him and read a few lines from a script, which happened to be from a new film he was working on, called Star Wars. A familiar face passing through the right room at the right moment.  George Lucas noticing what others hadn’t and eventually led to an acting part for Ford as Hans Solo.  A life redirected by chance so precise it felt intentional.  Fate, some would say, wearing the mask of randomness.

Do you believe in fate? The question, to me had come from Horace Holden, a minister and a successful businessman, a man who carried both faith and pragmatism with equal ease.  He asked it casually, almost offhandedly, yet it landed with the weight of a benediction.  In time, Horace and I became good friends, and through that friendship my world quietly widened.  One introduction led to another, like steppingstones appearing only when I lifted my foot.

Through Horace I met people whose names and stories I might never have known otherwise, including Don Ezell, owner of the famed Glen Choga Lodge in Topton North Carolina. Nestled in the mountains, the lodge felt like a place where time slowed and lives intersected, where conversations stretched longer than planned and strangers became familiar.  Standing there one evening, listening to the wind sift through the trees, I felt that same certainty I’d felt when I first answered the question, “Do you believe in fate.”

Fate, I realized, isn’t always dramatic. It doesn’t always announce itself with thunder or revelation.  Sometimes it’s a simple question, asked by the right person, at the right moment.  Sometimes it’s a friendship that opens doors you didn’t know existed.  And sometimes, looking back, you see that the path you thought you were choosing was quietly choosing you all along.