Power Tangles with Fate
How I feel in the seconds depends on my base state. Have I slept? Moved? Eaten well?
How I feel in the minutes depends on my focus. Are my precious minutes aimed at a higher purpose? Or are they sliding away, lost forever to the dopaminergic drip of death?
How I feel in the hours depends on my routine. Does my life's rhythm lead to time well spent? Do my actions reflect clear conviction? Or a sludgy, lethargic apathy?
How I feel in the days depends on my environment. Is my life's current flowing downstream, toward my higher purpose? Or does progress feel like a choppy swim upstream?
How I feel in the weeks depends on my vocation. Does my work require me to dig within and harness my gifts? Or do my twisted insides cry out that I was made for more than this?
How I feel in the months depends on my vision. Do my 10-year dreams make me shiver with awe? When’s the last time I even pictured my 10-year future self?
How I feel in the years depends on my choices. Each Christmas, I notice how much I've changed. Thousands of choices turned past-me into now-me. Staring in the mirror, I ask: Does now-me praise past-me like a saint, or curse him as a sinner?
How I'll feel over decades depends on my character. Did I have the steel courage to carve my own unique life path? Or did I half-heartedly swing the flimsy plastic as I obediently conformed?
How I feel across my life depends on fate. The ultimate outcome will always be exactly as it was meant to be.
Yes. In the end, it’s all fate.
But may I never forget this fact: As long as my heart still beats, I have power: the power to envision, to change, to strive.
And power tangles with fate.