This was a plinky prompt last week pertaining to this, but I felt this is one better suited here. I think Plinky is good for quick answers, but I needed to expand on this.
I think that most people are of two minds as to whether or not they believe in it.
On the one hand, there is the hope of a grand plan ofr us, that we aren’t arbitrary and our existence isn’t an accident or fluke. That we are meant to be more than what we are. The ancient Greeks believe that their fate was in the hands of three sisters, the Fates who controlled the destiny of all, gods and mortals alike. There are some that believe in the existence in the Akashic Records, where the history of the world and humanity is stored, and souls write out the journey of their own lives before descend to earth for their births. There is also the possibility that when our lives go horribly wrong at certain turns, we have someone outside of ourselves for which to blame. It leaves us with a lessened responsibility as to our mistakes and issues.
On the other hand, the thought that someone other than us is in charge of our lives is abhorrent, something that we would refuse to accept, and go out of our way to oppose and rebel against an authority that we cannot contact or reason with. It has long been in our history to reject those with power over us, dictating our lives for us without our consent or input. We will not be made slaves of others’ whims, whether or not we know they are there.
So the question remains: do I believe in fate?
As with most things, I’m on the fence. Control of my own life has long been in issue with me, and now is no different. But the possibility of being more, of being extraordinary in some way, is something dreams are made of. Then most of the television and movie entertainment that enraptures us is built on the premise of an old Chinese cure: “May you live interesting lives.”