In a green velvety suitcase inside a wooden trunk she packed it nicely, neatly, firmly forever.
“I want it to be safe.” While the world rises and falls without any knowledge of it, she feels positive and shielded; her destiny is properly packed and locked.
Sitting cross legged she awaits the change, for the destiny to operate from underneath her crisp, fine, obvious thoughts, packed and placed in a corner.
“I keep in touch of course, why are you being so sarcastic?” She laughs loudly for she is confident of her victory and rightly so, what will stand in her way when she remembers to keep a check on the package, clean the dust off the wooden trunk and pray that the suitcase does not vanish away magically.
“Yes I remember, it is my destiny, I know…” She knows it all, yet she is afraid and waits for others’ approval and appreciation. Calculating the possibilities, probabilities, time and years she takes a step forward.
She did pack a piece of the truth in that suitcase, what is wrong in it?
She forgot to unpack it, she forgot that the truth evolves, our understanding evolves. What is destined for someone is destined and yet it changes, that is the rule.
The truth, the destiny unfolds when a mind lets it.
This is a remarkable, most importantly is is supremely powerful, it highlights the power that eventually rests with us to shape our future along with our destiny….this is a huge step forward for you as a writer….take a bow superstar! 🙌
Thank you my friend.
More power to all writers!
Well written 🤗
Thank you so much. Means a lot!