You see the
signs. They're everywhere, appearing again and again, urging you towards your
destiny. They're there...giving you the answers you need, but they're not the
answers you want. So you choose to disregard them and follow the dictates of
your heart, knowing all the while that you've walked a similar path before...and
that it hasn't ended in roses and rainbows. Quite the contrary. You've been
left with ashes and smoke, and the acrid taste of salt in your mouth.
But you surge forward
anyway, venturing one reckless step after the other, until you're running from
all that is familiar and safe and limiting, and hurling yourself into the black
abyss of the unknown.
Maybe this is why
we chase shadows, slipping in and out of fractured dreams. Because the future
isn't set in stone. And no matter how broken the road or how defeated the
spirit, we know we can change the pattern of our stars, aligning them the way
we want.
And in doing so,
giving shape to our own fate.
