…Talking To Myself…
I would like to think I can create my own destiny, clear my
own path
I would like to think that God gave me a blank slate to
write my own journey
I would like to think I can claim it all as my own, my
success, and failures even my after math
I would like to think that my life is my very own customized
story
But when I factor other elements in the equation, I find
myself rethinking it all
Is my destiny pre-written, is my path predictable, is my
life a script?
While I marvel at the newness of my experiences, my life
really is not unusual
To those that understand the bigger picture of a universe so
cryptic
Feelings of Déjà vu, clairvoyant dreams and premonitions
give me a glimpse of my future
Well, if it is destined or pre-written, are we really in
control?
Can we mold and shape the uniqueness of our lives, if we are
so clever?
Or are we simply living out a pre-defined role?
Are we really the author of our lives, are we just fooling
ourselves ridiculously?
Is there such a thing as controlling who we are or creating
what we later become?
We strive so hard to be success stories, to improve our ways
devotedly
But are we pre-destined to fall like the night or rise like
the sun?
When I consider the things I didn’t mean to do but happened
for a “reason”
Or the hopes and dreams that never came to fruition
Or the wonderful people I have met that was only for a
season
Or the things I have accomplished without planning or
direction
Or the opportunities snatched away from me and blessings
handed to me
Or the sorrows I could not escape and the unimaginable
pleasures I've felt
Are we working hard to fulfill what we were destined to be?
Or are we forging ahead, master of our existence of this
life we are dealt?
…But I’m just talking to myself…
By Charm White