“The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, but in ourselves.” – William Shakespeare
They say everything happens for a reason. They believe in fate, in a certain alignment of the stars. They believe in all kinds of things. They want to put the blame on the universe (or certain parts of it), but not on themselves.
Admitting that you have a problem is the first step to solving it. Admitting that it was, indeed, your fault. You alone messed things up. Take the responsibility and try to fix things.
Yes, it seems impossible at times to do so, but it’s the only way you’ll ever realize what is what. I believe that when we screw things up, and when we see our faults as being our own, we reveal and see who we really are.
Your worst possible version, the one who hates itself so much that’d much rather put the blame on the stars, that’s who you are when you can’t help it. That’s the you you’re actually trying to avoid or hide.
Sadly, it’s all in ourselves. The faults, the mistakes, the anger, the poison, all the darkness and hatred and regret. All that is in ourselves, and until we accept our darkness, until we come to terms with it, we can’t really understand that the opposite is also true.
Our destiny lies not with the stars of a far distant galaxy, but in ourselves. We alone can be great, kind, gentle. We alone can be brave or simply pretend to be. We alone can either lift others up or try to destroy them. The choice is always ours.
In a way, we’re exactly as free as we want to be. There are no stars to control our fates, no right time. It’s all in ourselves. What we want to see, what we make of it. What we decide to do.
They say everything happens for a reason. Yes. It happens for the reason you want to see.