None of us are who we think we are. None of us are what we believe we're meant to be.
A friend of mine once said we are the sum total of everyone and everything that has happened to us. Every little incident, whether good or bad, every being that has crossed our path, no matter how painful or joyous their departure or arrival has been. Another friend of mine compliments this and says that destiny is written in stone. He believes that whatever is meant to happen to us, will happen no matter the course we set ourselves on. You can't escape destiny. It's like a nasty allergy. You avoid it for a better half of the year, but it will catch up with you the minute the first signs of Spring begin to show.
You could look up, look out into the vastness stretching up above you and realize it is all so much bigger than your existence alone. Our world is tangled up with many other worlds existing around us, all within the existence of a central world in the middle of a galaxy situated among countless other galaxies. There is a greater force at work here that often has us feeling flabbergasted and wondering why we exist. To fulfill a destiny? One that was predetermined? One that was decided for us? Maybe.
And what if we aren't happy with where we end up? What if what we believed we wanted wasn't truly what we wanted it, and it only took losing what we had, to realize that? What then? Don't we get a second chance? Don't we get a chance to do it all over again? And do it right this time?
Both of these friends make commendable arguments. But for me to believe either would be letting go of what I hold to be true. And sure, I could be wrong. But what matters is that it is MY truth.
You see, my truth isn't pre-determined. It isn't written in stone. Or maybe it is and I just don't know it. But here's the thing. I'd like to keep it that way. I'd like to not know what my fate has in store for me. I'd like to make my own choices, make my own mistakes, chase my own dreams, fulfill my own desires and land up where I land up. Not because it is predetermined or because someone told me, but because it is the path to my future that I paved.
I am one life, one body, existing among an infinity of other lives and bodies. Who I am, and who I decide to be can be determined by no one, but me.
I am, like most people my age, terrified of the future. Of what tomorrow will bring. But that cannot stop me from living.
From breathing.
From feeling.
From hurting.
From existing.
A friend of mine once said we are the sum total of everyone and everything that has happened to us. Every little incident, whether good or bad, every being that has crossed our path, no matter how painful or joyous their departure or arrival has been. Another friend of mine compliments this and says that destiny is written in stone. He believes that whatever is meant to happen to us, will happen no matter the course we set ourselves on. You can't escape destiny. It's like a nasty allergy. You avoid it for a better half of the year, but it will catch up with you the minute the first signs of Spring begin to show.
You could look up, look out into the vastness stretching up above you and realize it is all so much bigger than your existence alone. Our world is tangled up with many other worlds existing around us, all within the existence of a central world in the middle of a galaxy situated among countless other galaxies. There is a greater force at work here that often has us feeling flabbergasted and wondering why we exist. To fulfill a destiny? One that was predetermined? One that was decided for us? Maybe.
And what if we aren't happy with where we end up? What if what we believed we wanted wasn't truly what we wanted it, and it only took losing what we had, to realize that? What then? Don't we get a second chance? Don't we get a chance to do it all over again? And do it right this time?
Both of these friends make commendable arguments. But for me to believe either would be letting go of what I hold to be true. And sure, I could be wrong. But what matters is that it is MY truth.
You see, my truth isn't pre-determined. It isn't written in stone. Or maybe it is and I just don't know it. But here's the thing. I'd like to keep it that way. I'd like to not know what my fate has in store for me. I'd like to make my own choices, make my own mistakes, chase my own dreams, fulfill my own desires and land up where I land up. Not because it is predetermined or because someone told me, but because it is the path to my future that I paved.
I am one life, one body, existing among an infinity of other lives and bodies. Who I am, and who I decide to be can be determined by no one, but me.
I am, like most people my age, terrified of the future. Of what tomorrow will bring. But that cannot stop me from living.
From breathing.
From feeling.
From hurting.
From existing.
