“I can't control my destiny, I trust my soul, my only goal is just to be. There's only now, there's only here. Give in to love or live in fear. No other path, no other way. No day but today.” Johnathan Larson
So. Shit. It's out there before me and I cannot stave off the inevitable collision regardless of my own intentions and illusion of choice. It's coming like a train in the dark. What is my purpose? What is my path? If I am without choice, then why do I hesitate? Why do I wonder and hope for something more, something better, something normal and responsible? Hope is a lie of sorts, told by our rational mind to our reptilian brain to subdue its restless, impulsive actions. Hold the reins. Stay the course. The trains a coming. Full forward. This is gonna be messy.