They softly flutter about us like windswept leaves dressed in autumn hues painting a picture of approaching change that will alter our landscape with a future we never envisioned, but one we readily accept because after all it was meant to be.
And yet, these same letters come together, stringing words with a weight bestowed upon them by others – promise and hope. At times rolling about like the ocean waves crashing to the shore, they lure us closer, mesmerizing us with their soothing sound and endless expanse of mystery. Reeling us in and pulling us under their spell we relax once more. Weightless we float in its sacred buoyancy, one with expectancy and prospect until we are thrust back onto solid ground, bewildered and breathless.
Why do we place so much importance on these words, this idea that no matter our actions things will be how they were meant to be? We have become a society of victims, idly sitting around waiting for the next event or discussing the latest one and how it affected us. We rise with the sun, and rather than letting it warm us in its promising glow, we focus on the shadows that will cast darkness on us all day.
The traffic jam that will ruin our morning.
The guy/girl who won’t return our call.
The boss that won’t appreciate us yet again.
The unruly child who will surely try our patience all day.
The busy schedule that will stop us from our workout.
The aches and pains that remind us of our age.
The spouse that will disappoint us.
The co-worker who will sabotage our project.
The deadline that will come too soon.
Destiny isn’t for victims. Fate isn’t for fools. They are for those who choose to remain steadfast on a path whose obstacles will merely be footholds, a brief pause to become fully aware of their surroundings. Then, registering every detail with undimmed focus they will clothe themselves with the armor those experiences provided. And, with a tool belt full of lessons face the future, not as a victim of life or a fool to the inevitable. Rather as an equal partner, walking hand in hand with their destiny.
9 thoughts on “Destiny Isn’t For Victims. Fate Isn’t For Fools.”
Pain is inevitable, suffering is optional. Beautifully written as always.
Here’s to walking with our destinies, hand in hand. We have choices. Maybe they mostly matter, sometimes. I love this. Makes me think 😀
AMEN Little Miss Wordy!!!! We have the power within us to make decisions and act, or not act, on them.
Absolutely! Sh!t happens, but we decide how to react to it.
🙂 Good thing we have THAT power.
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