Between Currents and Choice: Magnetic Thoughts, Destiny, and True Companionship

I have been carrying a metaphor with me for years: thoughts as magnetic fields. It is not a precise scientific claim so much as a felt image — an attempt to explain how the interior weather of a person rearranges the world around them. When I imagine my thoughts as lines of force, I can see how they bend, attract, and sometimes repel people and possibilities. This image has shaped how I think about destiny, loss, teaching, and the quieter question that often wakes me in the night: Are you my true companion?

Thoughts as fields: more than private weather

When I say our thoughts behave like magnetic fields, I mean that the feelings we inhabit rarely stay inside. A worried posture, a patient tone, a curious question — each creates gradients in the social air. Those gradients make some things more likely and others less. This is not mystical thinking; it's observational. In classrooms, a teacher’s calm curiosity opens students; in living rooms, an unvoiced grief can close doors.

I am reminded of small cultural moments — the joy of opening a book and discovering new rhythms, or a local song that shifts the mood of a room. Even simple cultural artifacts — a column about the pleasure of opening books like a new “examshala” Desi beats for new examshala: Kholo Kholo Kitaab — are part of the field we generate. They shape taste, momentary attention, and shared rhythms. A tweet or social post can become a drumbeat that reorients a crowd Desi beats for new examshala: Kholo Kholo Kitaab.

But fields are not destiny. They are conditions.

Destiny as current, not a trap

I have wrestled with destiny after personal losses. Early on I thought fate was a fixed track: a train I was either aboard for or left behind. Over time, the metaphor softened. Destiny feels more like a current in a river. Sometimes it carries me gently; sometimes it drags me under. There are rocks I cannot move — birth, death, sudden loss — but there are also tributaries I can steer toward.

That shift matters. When I saw destiny as fixed, I resigned myself to being acted upon. When I saw it as current, I realized there were strokes I could make. Acceptance became not passive surrender but deliberate paddling: understanding what the water will do and choosing how to respond.

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Companion, curriculum, and the unspoken longings

When I wrote about unspoken longings “caught between heart and lips,” it was literal and ordinary. I feel how hard it is to name some needs — for intimacy, for recognition, for rest. Those quiet hungers sit like iron filings around a magnet, arranging themselves in patterns that, if not spoken, remain invisible to those closest to us.

The recurring question — Are you my true companion? — is both intimate and existential. In my life, academic work and teaching have offered a deep sense of belonging. The classroom is a social field where my curiosity meets others’ hunger to learn; together we shape something larger than individual destiny. Still, the personal losses taught me that companionship is not a guarantee against suffering. It is a shared project: mutual tending, language to speak what is hard, and an ongoing negotiation between two currents.

Balancing acceptance and action: a practical stance I try to live by

Over years of teaching, writing, and living with grief, I have slowly built a way of moving between acceptance and action. It is not a formula but a set of practices I return to:

• Notice the field. I try to name my inner weather before it becomes behavior. Naming does not fix fate, but it clarifies where I can intervene.
• Differentiate what is immutable and what is influenceable. Some losses and contexts are facts; others are domains where small choices compound.
• Practice small, intentional acts. Agency is rarely a single heroic act. It is a sequence of small reorientations: a clarified question in a classroom, a brave sentence in a difficult conversation, a daily ritual to sustain attention.
• Invite companions into the work. True companionship is candid and patient. It does not rescue; it bears witness and negotiates boundaries. I learned this in private disappointments and in shared academic efforts where co-creation mattered more than individual credit.
• Cultivate rhythms and anchors. Sensory, cultural, and communal anchors — from a winter halwa that warms a room to a familiar melody or a local game — reconnect me to delight and resilience 5 wholesome halwas that perfectly fit winter vibes.

These practices are not a denial of destiny. They are a way of being generous with my own agency while acknowledging forces beyond my control.

The art of asking and being asked

There is humility in balancing acceptance and action. Sometimes destiny demands that I bend and learn. Other times it invites me to push a little harder. The most profound change has been practical: learning to ask — clearly — for what I need, and to be willing to hear the asks of others.

Public life is full of random noise that interrupts this discipline — a sports post that catches our attention, a viral thread, a cultural moment that sweeps us along Facebook post: Crystal Palace and Nottingham Forest match highlights. Those interruptions are not inherently bad; they remind me how porous our fields are. The work is discernment: which currents to ride, and which to observe from the riverbank.

A closing reflection

If I try to say, plainly, how to balance accepting destiny while shaping a path: treat destiny as the river you inhabit, not the train you ride. Learn the river’s moods. Build skillful responses. Invite companions who will witness and help steer. Speak the longings you fear to voice — they magnetize a different future when they become language. In the spaces between currents and strokes, we find a life that is both given and made.

I do not offer a map that ends this tension. I offer a posture: curious, deliberate, and soft enough to keep learning.

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Regards,
Hemen Parekh