The fates...

We all spend our lives with the idea that we choose the way we act

But how do we know if this freedom is a fact?

How do we know the Greeks didn't have it right and the Moirae have the power?

That we were given our breath, and there is a set time for our final hour?

What if our parents didn't have control over our debut into this life,

If they had no way to protect us from this world and all its strife?

What if the Spinner spun her loom and decided on the time of our birth?

And the Allotter spun our thread through the weave, deciding our life's worth?

And what if the circumstances of our death were of no consequence of our own?

But the Cutter of our thread saw the time line and had it set in stone?

Well then what is the point of this existence and the life we lead?

I think that's the most interesting question indeed...

Even if the Fates are the ones who have the final say,

I feel like I have to do what I can to find the best way.

Maybe its the rebel in me, but I feel like I move my thread a bit

Maybe bend it, shift it, spin it with someone else's or have it split.

I have to think I have some control of my own being

Otherwise I am just a puppet, entangled up in string,

Pretending to live a life, as tough as it may be

That someone has already lived for me...

...

I sit here just scribbling thoughts in my bed

A candle the only light to illuminate the thoughts in my head.

I wonder the ways of the world, ways of the heart,

trying to figure out if things are fated from the start.

Does our meeting have a purpose, is there more to come?

Or are we lucky to have met on this path, before returning to where we came from?

I'm going to cherish they gift you gave me

Reviving my heart, allowing me to see.

To see that one day I'll find the one from my dream

The one where everything is silver, and it gleams.

how is it that...

I've all of a sudden turned into an angsty teen? I'm even breaking out like one! haha. It's all an internal thing really, I don't think anyone had noticed yet, but I am just....at a loss. I've spent the last week daydreaming, fighting to stay focused on my work, and debating about fate...How is it that when I feel absolutely like there is no connection out there for me, I find one? I've been just searching for distractions...feeling as though I am doomed to repeat my folks mistakes....but then while in the midst of such a mistake, I bump into a friend, who has a friend....who sheds some light onto my otherwise bleak situation.

Now, I know I sound like an emotional school girl when I say this, but in just a weekend, I have had all my wonderfully unjaded ideals come rushing back at me. I haven't been drawn to someone in so long, but this...it just felt right....I do feel like things happen for a reason, that they are fated. I was supposed to meet this boy who I clicked with so easily, so naturally, so that I could realize how silly I've been acting...and I think he was leaving because right now I need to focus on my career and my life...but I needed to realize these boys I've been chasing as distractions need to stop...

A couple of things seem true...

1) It always happens when you least expect it.

2) Go with your instincts

3) It always works out in the end...

And I have a few hopes too...

1) I'll find him one day

2) I'll know when the time is right...

3) It'll feel like he's always been right there beside me...

it's funny, but I think this kid has revived the hopeless romantic in me like some sort of Lazarus...I may have to find time to draw something expressive like I used to back in the day...