Tempting fate

I’m thinking about tempting fate. I can’t tell you what I’m thinking about doing, but I can tell you that I’m thinking about doing it.

Well, I could tell you what I’m thinking about doing, but I don’t think it would be appropriate to do so. Not right now, anyway.

But this begs the question, what does it mean to tempt fate? I don’t know if there’s a general definition, and I don’t feel like looking one up right now. So I’ll tell you what it means for me.

In this case, tempting fate means doing something that may or may not lead to a decision down the road. If I don’t tempt fate, life goes on and no decision is necessary. If I go ahead with it, then I might be presented with a difficult choice. A choice that I won’t look forward to making.

Doesn’t sound very positive, does it? Sounds like I should stick with the status quo, doesn’t it?

I could do that.

But if I do, then what’s the point of all this? What’s the point to writing about tempting fate?

What’s the point to life?

I’m not doing myself any favours if I turn away from the hard decisions. Sure, that makes life easy, but easier isn’t necessarily better.

You gotta work at it. You gotta make an effort. You gotta try.

Now, this isn’t always the case. Sometimes, it’s not about whether the decision is difficult or not–it’s about whether the decision is sensible or not. That’s what’s holding me up. That’s why I’m thinking about tempting fate, but haven’t decided if I will.

In the end, it’s all choices. I make a decision, go down a path, and make another decision. Path, decision. Path, decision. You get the drift. Sometimes you can see the paths ahead, and sometimes you can’t.

The key is to make the right decisions.