One word. One that he believed in completely. Without fate nothing happened. When something didn't happen, that was fate. When things did happen, still fate.
Whatever god you believed in, they were the ones pulling the strings, trying to subtly guide you down the path that was best for you. Sometimes it worked out for the best, sometimes not. But there was one factor that always remained true. Everything happens or happened for a reason. Logan knew that from the life he lead.
Every event, each tiny minuscule thing that happened to you in your life shaped and molded you into the person you are today. Whether you be human, vampire, werewolf, mutant and whatever other beings out there existed. Logan had been molded into many shapes and forms. But this most recent one had been the one he liked the most.
"It's a small world darlin'. And that was a big war."