destiny

  • I closed my eyes because someone told me the answers were inside. I thought that was bullshit. Most advice given to people who don’t know what to do with their lives eventually involves breathing. Breathe deeply. Be present. Clear your mind. As if the mind has ever agreed to be cleared simply because someone asked…

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  • Whose House?

    There was a woman living in my house who looked exactly like me. I noticed her before I saw her. That is how these things usually begin. Not with apparitions standing at the foot of the bed or doors slamming themselves in the middle of the night. Nothing so theatrical. It began with a coffee…

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  • The Reader

    Some people are merely reading the chapters of their life as they are exposed, not everyone can be a writer. There is something unsettling about realizing you have been holding the book upside down. You thought the blank pages meant you were supposed to fill them. You thought the pen belonged to you. It never…

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  • Throw Me

    There is stone that reads throw me sitting on a random shelf. Nobody remembers who put it there. That is the strange part. It isn’t decorative. It isn’t polished enough to belong beside the books, candles, and little porcelain angels collecting dust beneath the stained-glass window. It is an ordinary gray stone. Heavy. Cold. Imperfect.…

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  • Crossroads Again

    The mind will tell you things that are not true then make you responsible for the outcome. It is a terribly convincing liar. It knows your voice. That is its greatest advantage. It does not arrive like some villain dressed in black, dragging chains through the corridors of your thoughts. It does not announce itself…

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  • Rainy days always change the world. People don’t notice it because they are busy running from it. They pull jackets over their heads. They hurry toward doorways. They retreat into coffee shops and living rooms. Windshield wipers begin their hypnotic dance. Parking lots empty. Sidewalks lose their audience. The world becomes quieter. More honest. Rain…

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  • There’s a version of you that wakes up ready to handle life like a calm, collected adult. And then there’s the version of you that wakes up and chooses chaos before coffee. Guess which one usually wins. Your life isn’t just happening to you, it’s being built by the voice inside your head. Not your…

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  • Valentine’s Day. Everyone celebrates the fairy tale.But no one asks how the queen earned her crown. Let me ask you something. What burns, but does not die?What loses everything and still walks away with more?What dines at tables it built, only to be left hungry, yet refuses to starve? The queen of hearts didn’t wake…

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  • The Ones Who Ask for Maps

    Some people are still standing in the forest,waiting for a voice to tell them which way is north.They move carefully, step by step,looking for signs, trails, markers, hands to point.They believe the path already existsand their only task is to find it. Others are swinging the axe.Not because they are angry,but because they are tired…

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  • There’s a point in every creator’s path where the work stops being about building the life you want, and starts becoming about lifting the people who cross your threshold. Not out of debt.Not out of guilt.Not out of obligation. But because you’ve become someone who can. When a person reaches this part of the road,…

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