I see the morning hit my eyes in
a glaze full of hopes. I talk with my soul about what’s going to happen today
in my life. What adventures these humans bring me into, another trouble full of
trial I must go through and yet another process I must walk in to make
learning.
I always wonder why does all the
biological-protein-based-machines so called living people, at all times loves
to know the future. Horoscopes, test quizzes, fortune telling, online reading,
they’re all the most common we found in everyday lives. Don’t they just feel
satisfied by what they are at now? Is the Greater Power need to be peeked at? The
mysterious it becomes the more human need to know about it.
We live and open our eyes every
single day with the same procedure, taking the same air to the same lungs,
talking with the same voice and so on. So what do you expect that something
different will going to happen today? Destiny. Hahaha, I’m talking shit again
aren’t I? But I f you really think about it, life already have a blue print of
what will happen in every single living creatures. Even the green toads by the
pond or the baby the instant he is born. Something miraculous about it some
might say, or just an overwhelmed feeling on a mountain top.
Sometimes I give-a-hell of what
will happen in my life, sometimes I’m focus too much on my life’s draft. Either
way, I don’t like this human emotions being too seductive and take over me;
leaving me helpless of being in control for my life journey. I used to say that
I’m a “present” man, a man that only live for today as today it is. But changes
smack the egoistic person existing inside me, and I drag poor me into a
delirious future. Worst case I even looked back and think about my past. But as
I state myself clearly, that I don’t care much of what lies beneath the door
ahead.
“What we know now might destroy
us as if we know what will destroy us later; at least we are being aware for
that day” – Better –
It gives some sort of satisfaction to think that there’s The Ineffable Plan, and we’re bits and pieces of it. But what if there isn’t? What then? What if all your life you’ve been content doing what you do - and it turns out that you could have achieved greater heights.. because there wasn’t anything written for you, because you were supposed to write your own destiny and you didn’t bother?
I’m not making sense… but what if?