Amor fati means “love of fate” or “love of one’s fate.”
My question for you is: Can you fall in love with your fate?
Not the fate that lies in the future, but the fate that has already revealed itself to you today; up until this point; in this moment.
And not just the fate that reveals present moments that are easy to enjoy, but also those that are misery-inducing and hard.
…Can you fall in love with that fate?
The thing about love is you can’t be selective with it because that isn’t how love works.
Love is unconditional. Love is kind. Love is overflowing, ever shining, and always trying to find its way into the darkness—it’s precisely what isn’t selective in who/what it radiates outward towards.
Because the thing about hating your fate is that it’ll lead to a ton of internal argument, inner resistance, and unnecessary suffering. Hating your fate is the person who:
- Gets flipped off in traffic and spends the rest of the day pissed off.
- Gets reprimanded and spends months holding a grudge.
- Gets dumped and spends years self-demeaning and self-sabotaging.
This isn’t to say you shouldn’t have feelings—quite the opposite.
It’s to say meet each challenge with love rather than hate; embrace what arises rather than exasperate it; accept what’s out of your control (middle fingers, getting reprimanded/dumped, behavior of others, etc.) and focus on controlling what’s inside of it (e.g. how you respond).
Can you meet each present moment—your fate—with love rather than hate?
I suspect, those who can, will carve for themselves a life path that is night-and-day different from those who can’t (or choose not to).