They say nothing is in our control. We are subject to the whims of fate.
I used to believe that. I used to be a victim or a hero based on fate.
As life slid by and I stared at a floor plan of my future place, I recognized that fate was created by my imagination.
It may not be the timing I want, but in the end, what I dreamed, visualized, and felt was best for me, materialized.
It comes along when you least expect it. Because that is the point at which you let go.
Your intentions float away into the universe.
When it comes to you, where will you take it? Will you hold it? Cherish it?
Everything is in our control