Destiny can’t be stolen

Empty page on Monday morning, filled with everything — every single error and every failure staring at the soul by Saturday. I say one statement; everything crumbles into laughter.
One Statement: “Well, I have taken this beautiful life way too seriously for a beautiful soul.”
Empty mind after this statement.
And it is Monday again — now empty and full of possibilities.

Breaking the cycle by giving my heart — that includes my every thought, every feeling — given with full understanding that, I am not going to be living like a human that the books are written about.
I’ll be living a life of suffering and no voice, and even frustration that may not lead to a happily ever after.

Having emptied all my plans, I opened every door and fell on my knees, asking each one to work, forgetting it is not mine to beg the world, but to ask with authority — and know if one doesn’t work, there are hundreds more that I can knock on.