Destiny or Destined

There's something fatalistic about believing one has a destiny. Admitedly, there's also something exciting about it, (provided one has a sufficiently noble and worthy destiny to fulfill.) Otherwise it feels like waiting around for an outcome that someone out there knows about but is withholding from me. "I wonder what it's gonna be?!"
When my journey concludes, I will have done what I have done. All I can do is be as responsible as I can be with the invaluable gift of these years. Maybe in retrospect, someone else will reflect on my days and doings and identify them as my destiny. Maybe.
I, for my part, must choose anew each day and, of course, be blamed for it. Oh well, I suppose that's my destiny.