Fate
What is not brought to consciousness, comes to us as fate.
— Carl Jung
Are you alert to the patterns that repeat through your life—some relational dynamic, a familiar self-sabotage, an inexplicable pull toward what hurts you? Freud speaks of the "return of the repressed." Jung expands on how unexamined wounds become the invisible script, how disowned or exiled parts don't disappear—they orchestrate your choices from the shadows. You call it fate, destiny, "just how things always go." But what if it's simply the unconscious insisting on being known? What would change if you turned toward the pattern instead of waiting for it to ambush you again?
