“Here, take! Write your own Story.”, You said, handing me the pages of my Destiny and the pen of my Intentions.
All the things I had ever wanted milled around in my heart and head, wanting to be the first to be written. Every want and desire, weighed down by arguments and counter-arguments, pros and cons, rights and wrongs, shoulds and oughts, cannots and maynots … I was paralyzed.
I couldn’t write my own Destiny.
… So I put aside the pen and stepped into life;
then there was no time for shoulds and woulds and what nots.