Destiny; A puppet of the gods?

So Tafsiri wanted me to discuss what I thought about man being a puppet of the gods vs being a capt of his own destiny.

Mhmmm! Let's see. I bet you Tiger Woods is feeling very much a puppet of these crazy gods and much less a captain of his own destiny. And yet, I could bet you just as much that not too long before this, as he was galavanting across the globe, playing on.... please pardon the intended pun, cheap courses and putting in unremarkable holes, he was feeling very much the Captain of his own vessel. Come to find out that he didn't really own it and that he was not allowed to accept stowaways..... whatever the circumstances.

I on the other hand, well.... I'm most certainly the captain... or driver (my preferrence) and a very competent one , given the state of this vehicle that I am driving towards my destiny. A destiny which, it seems to me, is forever getting jerked back, forth, sideways and, more often than not, out of sight. For the sake of this discussion, I'll blame sadistic gods for the jerking about of my destiny, since I don't care to blame myself or my myopic foresight.

But I do sympathise with Tiger though. Life does have a way of upturning itself in your face and upsetting even the best laid plans or more aptly, plans to get laid. How else would you explain my driving a girl friend visiting from out of town to see a friend of hers, who, as we came to find out, a tad bit too late I should add, rooms with my last ex. Yeah... that right there was the gods messing with moi.