Fate and free will are one and the same. Somehow, we choose our fate. The next moment is totally unpredictable, but when the bird calls, or the hammer cracks, or the plane passes overhead, it is as if that had been waiting to happen, as if the world had taken its proper place, as if these events fit perfectly into slots already awaiting them. And then it happens again, in the next moment – it has a continuity, entirely unpredictable but utterly correct. It doesn’t ‘mean’ anything – it just is, without any suggestion of a divine plan. And it’s not ‘fixed’.
These words, this description, is likely an attempt to ‘fix’ it, to pin it down – but the world moves on to its next moment. Fate’s wheel turns in whatever direction we choose. We just have to get out of the way.