The point is that the fate of the whole world depends on you. You think you're a little person who doesn't depend on anything, but you're wrong. One of your good and right actions can change the whole world.
The joy of life comes from the realization that God is the order and everything goes according to plan. Faith in God is, first of all, trust in God. When you trust God, your fear disappears. Fear is a sign of distrust of Providence.
The universe knows how best and gives you what you need and when you need it. Your task is to take what is given and look for the benefit of it. The worst thing you can do is close your eyes in fear and try to escape from reality.
Don't feel sorry for yourself, don't feel sorry for yourself under any circumstances. If you feel sorry for yourself even for a second, you will fall into despondency, and you will strangle yourself with anguish. There is no reason for self-pity, you are the blind weapon of fate. You do what the rock tells you to do.
That last problem, which cannot be avoided or overcome, is your cross, your meaning of life, your infinite source of happiness and joy. Love your enemy-then accept your fate and joyfully bear your cross.
A properly chosen goal defines the destiny... The pet of providence? No … just a wanderer, walking towards it on stars.... Gods help him, fortune blesses him, obstacles shatter in front of him. Even the most serpentinous roads turn out to be the most direct and the ones right... Closed doors and walls, coming his way only form a hall that leads to the exit of the maze, save from getting lost in dead ends...
What is a book, not like a handful of someone else's fate, that with hunger shove it in... Chewing, choking and then you fall asleep full. Here is, for example, the plot: conic rode dude whistles, blow from all the dope on the petals of mills... everyone in his own way: who is stronger, and who and make-believe... Metaphor, perhaps… Well, who knows. But the plot dynamic, with a sense of humor... We set off...
Instead of losing time waste it on doing something. As labor may even result in some marvel. Experience, skills, new contacts- it will be there... And money? Well money is not the main Money likes those who are loved by fate. And fate loves those who have friends...
P.S. Fate,money and friends like beautiful and useful people. And a beautiful useful person is someone who has useful skills, common sense and a safe base of some philosophical- ethical code. Become a person of this kind and things will be favorable for you.
Many people see long life as a blessing but I see it more like a curse. The endless agony of a slowly painfully deteriorating body. If we are to talk about blessings, then it would be like robust health and then a quick painless death.
As for certainty of fate, I can say that even book characters live their own lives, regardless of the authors' intention. Of course, the intention is in the head of the creator but anything else depends on a person.