If FATE hands you lemons, as the saying goes, you are to remember to stay positive and be clever enough to turn a supposed bad thing into a good thing by the simple act of making lemonade.
If DESTINY hands you lemons, then it’s probably because you have a notion of becoming a farmer or a grocer or a chef or a bartender, in which case you are probably very happy with what you’ve been handed (which morphs into the equally well-known saying about a bird in hand being better than opting for the two still hanging out in the bush, etc. etc.).
I’d just leave it at that, but a single word response isn’t a very engaging blog post.
I don’t place actual faith in either providence or best laid plans to deliver an expected outcome. However, I do know—which is something like belief, based on what I’ve proved to myself through deliberate action—that focus, determination, ambition and command of a certain set of skills will often result in an outcome I intended from the outset. I equally know that circumstances over which I had absolutely no influence impose themselves routinely on my life, forcing me to react accordingly.
Unless, of course, I’m writing a bit of fiction. In that case, all my unfortunate characters are victims of cruel fate, or slaves to their idea of manifest destiny, or metaphysically tortured in a fruitless effort to sort out whether fate or destiny is to blame for their wretched lives. Angst is a much more interesting read than my blah-blah-blah above, and always goes down smoothly with the Lemon Drop martini, which is my kind of lemonade.
Originally posted March 2014 when the prompt first came around. I liked it well enough to re-post it as-is on the prompt’s second orbit. With a couple of edits.
Also in response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Que Sera Sera.”