Meaning, that daring to allow the gods to buffet us without our saying anything about it compares to taking some measure of charge for our own safety and security?
The flow of life can be called "fate," I suppose. But fate is not some immovable rock of reality in which it's 100% likely that a given outcome is written in the stone. I believe that the flow of life can indeed be altered and affected to a degree that roughly equates to a person's preparedness, commitment and choices.
Many, many people survive rough encounters they had not planned to occur simply through having a deep-seated desire to survive and to inflict on the "fates" a hard response worthy of being human.
With respect to safety and security, specifically in response to the possibility of defending against a violent attack by someone desiring to take everything you have, I believe that it comes to this:
- One has a greater chance of surviving a violent attack if one has the physical means and desire to resist it; and
- One has a lesser chance of surviving a violent attack if one blindly submits to it as though its outcome were somehow "written" and already decided.
Meaning, life's outcomes are not fated. One's choices in life matter, and how good those choices are can affect the outcome. Particularly when comparing (a) blindly offering up capitulation to (b) hard and dedicated resistance to crime, it's hard to believe that meek capitulation stands a chance of bettering the outcome afforded by giving a damn and committing to a hard response to any attempt to take everything a person has in this world.
Per Charles Darwin's reminder: survival of the fittest. In the long run, only the strong survive.
Per the U.S. Marines' mantra: Improvise, Adapt and Overcome.
For the classically minded, Alexandre Dumas said it fairly well in the story The Count of Monte Cristo:
"Life is a storm, my young friend. You will bask in the sunlight one moment, be shattered on the rocks the next. What makes you a man is what you do when that storm comes. You must look into that storm and shout as you did in Rome. 'Do your worst, for I will do mine!' Then the fates will know you as we know you: as Albert Mondego, the man!"
What matters is what you do when the "storm" comes. Do something ... or nothing. That's the choice. All else flows from there.
Me: I'm preparing to give it everything I've got, if such a day comes. But that's just me.