Destiny isn’t written. It’s in
the writing. Everyday, one moment at a time. A chance encounter, a mysterious
sequence of events, an uncharted course on an open horizon. Days are grains of
sand. And night sees them fall through the hourglass, forming mountains of
memories as we swing on the spiral. The purpose isn’t to reach a destination,
it’s to reach out. To grow. Explore. Expand. Evolve. To feel your pulse quicken
and your heart beat. Chase dreams. Risk being uncomfortable. And know that
everything will be alright. Because you’re a part of something greater than
yourself. And you become greater the more you’re a part of it.
The common cliché that everything
happens for a reason isn’t quite true. The truth is, everything happens and we
reason why that might be. The bigger picture is more than we can see. The
larger purpose is more than we can guess. And the part that chance plays in it
all is like a jester jousting. Truth is, everything happens for a reason, but
chance doesn’t reason.
Intuition is the key. Wisdom is
the safe. And where one meets the other, both are rewarded. Nurture the journey
or risk it all and fall. Do both. Through the clouds to the stars and back
again. That’s the path. For however the sun falls on the horizon, however the
mountains gleam, know that chance will unsettle any course or path through time
but that which you can never know. No time. No guarantee. No fate but what you
make. And know destiny.
