The other day, I found myself in a conversation with one of my neighbors who’s in the beginning stages of an end of a two-year relationship. As he informed me, all of that was a simple matter of fate and they were predetermined to split up. “We just weren’t meant to be, you know?”
“I don’t buy that for a second,” I replied. And, as my words circled around in his head, I saw the confusion growing in his eyes.
“Wha- how do you mean?”
I don’t often like answering a question with a question, but this was one of those moments when it was nearly necessary. “If destiny truly existed, why would we have free will?”