I believe, to some degree, that the world, or my fate, is predetermined. Other than genetics (which is also predetermined if you think about it), if you were to place a kid into the environment and conditions I grew up in, that kid would share most of the same interests and thoughts I share. My love for visual design was due to all the amazingly edited videos I saw as a kid. My love for technology was due to the friends I made and the websites I was exposed to. Pretty much every fabric of my identity is due to my surroundings, not some inner identity that I decided I’d forge for myself. Really, nothing about me is “unique.” I steal and absorb ideas from my environment and base my identity off of that. Sometimes I think to myself things such as “Did I have a choice in who I am?,” but most of the time it just gives me a headache and I stop thinking about it. Although I think about the topic of free will and the like a lot, I still can’t decide if I think life is actually predetermined or not. But in the end, what does it matter anyway? I’ll go through it whether I choose to or not.