It’s 6:49am and I can’t go back to sleep.
6:49am thoughts: If something you have always wanted to happen – say, a dream – falls through the cracks, do you blame yourself or your destiny? Do you say, oh, if it’s meant to be, it’s meant to be, or do you think that you didn’t fight hard enough, or you didn’t want it enough, or maybe both?
This is when believing in destiny comes in handy. At least you have something to hope for, at least you have something else to blame other than yourself.
But do you really believe in destiny for what it is, or do you just love the embrace that it envelopes you? What happens when it lets go of its hold?#