Dreams. There are times that I can sit and think about dreams. What I want to do, what I want to accomplish with my life. Is there such a thing as "meant to be", I wonder? That some things happen no matter what, that there are driving forces that carry us in a tide of happenstance, that some things we dream fulfill themselves through us — that sometimes, we are merely vessels of fate? Destiny — a master plan, we only shards of a grand design we cannot fully comprehend? Some dreams, perhaps, are larger than the ones that dream them. Some dreams we are helpless to resist, and the only thing to do is enjoy the ride.
It's not that I think I dream something like that, though there have been instances where some things I was crafting — it seemed that they were being given to me, piecemeal. But I do wonder about destiny. Destiny is that thing that you want to be a part of but don't want the credit to go to. It looms, sometimes like madness. Sometimes only the person it pertains to can see it. And sometimes, everyone can see it but that person. Destiny is a tricky thing, and I don't pretend to understand that which is greater than I. Things like that — we are sometimes very small, if you come to think of it. Let us wonder and then forget — if destiny is, the true return.
