298. What if your story was already written?
Would you want to know what it was?
What if there was a section of our DNA that housed who we were to become and we didn’t know about it yet?
Would there be any point to daydreaming? Any point to imagining how your life could turn out?
I’ve got a funny approach towards fate and destiny. On one hand, I totally think that we’re free to write our own story. On the other, I think Fate and Destiny are sitting somewhere, beyond our consciousness and in a different dimension, planting those thoughts in our head.
They could look ahead into the 4th dimension and see exactly what was headed our way. Maybe they’re telling us right now, but we have no way of even realizing that they’re there.
We have less control over our lives than we think we do, so we might as well live large, regardless if another being is controlling us, or forces beyond our comprehension.
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