The
road lies before me, many different paths stretching off into the distance. It
is not for me to choose my path, but to trust my feet to follow in the
direction they must go. I need to prepare myself and be aware of the signs as
they appear to direct me, but it is not my choice to make. I am a child of
destiny. I am not my own. I am here for a purpose, but it is not for me to know
that purpose yet. I must believe in the forces driving me to that purpose and
continue to prepare for that eventuality.
I
am not to question the drive that propels me. I must follow where it guides and
be open to its possibilities. There are many avenues it can lead me down, and I
must have faith that it will lead me down the one that’s meant to be. There is
a divinity in trusting beyond yourself. There is enlightenment to be had from
taking cues from the bigger picture. I am unable to see the entire canvas
myself, my perspective is too narrow. It is time to listen to the broader
vision and allow that Fate can take me where I belong.
This
is why I don’t fit. This is why I can’t find comfort. I’m not where I belong,
but am trying to make it so. It is not for me to decide. It is not my choice to
make. It is up to me to open my ears and understand the whispers that linger
just beyond my hearing. They will not steer me wrong, if I just trust and
listen to their guidance. Allow my feet to follow on the path they set before
me, and wander, not question, down the trail and through the brambles. There is
a glen waiting, waiting for my spirit. There is a place of peace and comfort if
I only dare to look and find it. It will show itself once I am ready to surrender
to the powers that run through its heart. They are the same as the ones that
run through mine, and that is how I will recognize them.
