Proud

Was this path laid already before us, or did we choose it?

To what extent can we predict, signal, and anticipate? To what extent can we put things in motion towards a desired result or halt those things that have a potentially dark ending? Does patience make a material difference, or does it simply delay the inevitable, yet always unforeseen end state?

Regardless of the outcome, were we meant to experience it, nonetheless?

Were the hurdles and niceties already bolted to each time-boxed circumstance or did they appear randomly, each dependent on the lesson either learned or not learned prior, as if a missed opportunity or teaching should come again until it was deemed fulfilled?

Is each successive moment predestined?

If each step towards growth carries its own significance and level of difficulty, but we never know any meaningful details until those steps actually take place, do we really have control over what comes next?

With each passing word, conversation, experience, adventure, misfortune … in truth, each individual life event, no matter how grand or seemingly insignificant, how do we ever know, and more importantly, can we know, what the future holds?

Trekking towards something, it does not seem that the ultimate conclusion is what matters most, but rather the journey taken along the way.

Whether the voyage is aimless or structured, random or planned, certainty is but a fallacy in its purest form, for the aftermath is always unknown, and the sequel always remains unwritten.

It seems that pen glides across paper to write our stories as they happen. And when the ink dries, we have but one question to ask as we look back and reflect.

Are we proud?