Moirae

In the days of myths in ancient Greece, men talked at great length, and with superstitious fear, of the Goddesses of Fate — three sisters to whom the Gods had given the power to determine the lives and fortunes of all human beings on earth, of every age, and in every generation.



Clotho spun the thread of life from her distaff onto her spindle. 
Lachesis, the second sister fate,  is the drawer of lots, she measured the thread of life allotted to each person with her measuring rod. And Atropos, the oldest sister, stands by with huge shears, impatiently waiting for the right moment to clip the thread of life.   The teaching of this ancient myth is that every human being, of every age, and in every generation, is but the plaything of the fates; that life is longer or shorter as the fates may decide; and that no act of man can change his own destiny.  

 Does my thread look like this?
 

That is all I want to know, and I know by no means helpless concerning my own future; that I can not help myself.  I can lengthen my life or shorten it.  I feel so trapped right now by circumstances.   In the words of Disraeli: "Man is not the creature of circumstances ; circumstances are the creatures of man."  So I guess I will traverse my way though my idiot girl adventures, and I think it is time to put on my big girl panties and shake things up a little.  My thread may be tangled but I like it that way.  Change is never easy, but I think it is time.

 "The cowards never started, and the weak died along the way."