A long rambling about confusion...

After reading Oedipus and watching starnger than fiction I've decided that I really can't live my life around the knowledge of freewill VS fate. If I worry about my fate, and how every decision I make could affect my life, even possibly end it, than what the hell kind of life will I live? Had Harold Crick not reset his wristwatch, he would not have been severley injured, almost killed. Am I going to worry about how the little decisions I make could aaffect my life? NO. I do think it would be interesting to know what decisions we have made in the past that were responsible for experiences we have had. I've thought about thtis alot actually, and I don't know whether or not I should regret those seeminglyunsignificant choices, or if I should just embrace the fate they've led me too. If I knew that fate that I created, would I try to change it? If it was a bad fate, like being an incestual pastricidaler (word?) then I would of course try and change it? Even after reading Oedipus, I still believe that I would be able too. If my fate was twisted, like Harolds, where he dies, bt for a noble cause, I have no idea what I would do. I would feel terribe if I didn't save the little boy, but I wouldn't knowingly go to that bus stop. This is frustrating and now I'm just rambling. I don't really care as much about whether or not we have free will or fate, as much as I do about how our choices lead us to that fate. There are so many little things that I have done that have changed my course, my life. Was it my fate for me to have made those choices, or did free will in making them lead me to my fate? It would be kind of nice to believe that fate has controlled us, so we can't be held accountable, yet that also means we feel insignificant. I think I have come out of this more confused han when I went in to i. I think that it is because I have learned though.