Destiny is a Choice

Occasionally in our lives we find that we begin to fade away from things once loved, friends once cherished, and homes once comforting. New shapes and figures begin to emerge only as shadows first but as light and truth ever increase our paths become clear, more illuminated and a bit more narrow. Those dear friends and acute displays fade into the shadows of memory always more fondly remembered than reality exhibited. As this new exposure hits our faces we fear the past was, and will be, better than what lay before us: what some may call destiny. Each broken heart, prize not won, mountain not conquered, and faith shaken may taint our view of this new obscure future. Destiny awaits, no, choice awaits, awareness awaits, and a new place to call home, even if it is in the comfort of our own conscience, eagerly awaits the time when we will heal. Yet inevitably this future will fade and new scars will need to be nursed; old scars a mere shadow. To quote a beloved poet, "Two roads diverged in a road and I, I took the road less traveled by and that has made all the difference." -Robert Frost