In retrospect, destiny is the irreversbile outcome, but at the same time, each decision made in every given moment ultimately determines history. The pursuit of our own free will simultaneously becomes what was 'meant to be.'





When I was 9 years old, my mother brought me to the doctor because I wasn't feeling well, and I was immediately hospitalized for two weeks (during Christmas) because, as it turned out, I had Cat Scratch Fever. This illness may strike a chord because there is an infamous rock song with the same name. On the one hand, I am proud that the only time I've ever been hospitalized had such a hardcore diagnoses; however, if the situation was left to my own volition, I don't know that I would be alive today to tell the tale.

My morale has never left me in complete agreement with Western medicine. To this day, I am convinced that Western medicine is more of a business than a miracle. The idea that people might regularly visit a therapist in an effort to nourish the positive facets of life plagues me.

But if there wasn't a law that deems my parents responsible for my decisions before I'm 'mature' enough to make my own, I shudder to think that there might be a life as we know it without Heart Beat (the blog you're reading right now.)

My college housemate/devil's advocate asked me a simple question: "So, if you're in a car accident and your choices are: a blood transfusion or death, does that mean you'll choose death because it's your 'destiny?'"

How you say: Fit to be tied?