Man's Condition: Fate?

Poor Grendel's had an accident. So may you all.
Grendel's last words. And like many last words, last phrases, last breaths, it is confusing. Meaningful, true, but almost indiscernible. What exactly is he saying? Is it a curse? A blessing? I'm still not sure. But I think it has something to do with fate.
Even before he knew what his fate was, Grendel had been desperately trying to change it. He tried speaking with the men, calling "Mercy! Peace! Friend!" to them, trying to alter his inadvertent downfall, his inadvertent transformation into monstrosity. As Grendel died, he was telling us that we can't change fate; it's larger than our lives and our world.
The scenes of Grendel throwing stones at the ram reminded me of Sisyphus, the Greek king punished to rolling a stone up a hill...only to have it come back down. No matter that he could control how quickly he pushed the stone up, or when he did so; it would fall back down anyways. Fate happens, whether we like it or not.
And we don't like it. We spend our whole lives tempting fate. From our first sounds to our first steps, our first words to our first books, from first grade to first job, we change our lives, bit by bit. If we really accepted fate--and, like it or not, everyone's ultimate fate is death--we would just sit there after birth, not crying for food, not taking in our surroundings. In fact, the world's billions of people would not have been born.
Grendel once thought that he alone could change his fate. And then, he gave in to his fate. Dazed and angered by what the dragon had told him--the truth--he wanted to change his fate, to resist, but ended up submitting wholly to his monstrous future. Whatever the dragon had told him, Grendel had not been a monster up to that point; though his identity had been unclear, he had not been what the dragon had foretold his fate to be: man's condition. Man's evil. Man's fate.
In the end, it was Grendel who made his own fate his fate. He became the monster, the evil one, man's condition; he followed and became what he didn't want to follow and didn't want to become. Such was the power that the truth had on him. Such was his mistake. Accident.
I feel like Grendel was warning us. For, the more I think about it, the more I think of Grendel as a human. Perhaps a more disfigured human with a different appetite, but essentially, he is man. Man in that his purpose in life is to find the truth. Both man and Grendel ask the same question: why? Why are we here, now? For what purpose? Who am I? I first thought that man's inability to understand Grendel symbolized his distance from mankind, his inability to ever come to similar terms with man. But Unferth understood him. And doesn't man speak a countless number of languages? If all the world's people were made to have conversation, not many would understand each other.
Like Grendel, I try to change my fate. A short, not-as-smart-as-others-believe, mediocre, Asian girl. What can I accomplish in life? My fate--not withstanding my death--is probably to sit around watching Korean dramas and open up a tofu restaurant. But I refuse to accept that fate. I make goals--often too high--and become disappointed easily. At times I study hard, at others, all I want to do is play. I'm short, but I don't lie about my height or wear heels. I accept my fate when I'm feeling down, I challenge my fate to a duel when I'm feeling particularly hopeful. I too ask, who am I? Why am I here? I too search for the truth. It would be a good idea to heed Grendel's advice. Or should I run away from his curse?

Perhaps man's condition is not Grendel, but fate.