Some lives, they say, are linked across time
As if it was "meant to be"
Friends are destiny
Love is destiny
Stories and adventures are destiny
I can't say why, really.
Things are simply...like that.
It's like someone already wrote our story.
They wrote our conflicted feelings
Like they were filling a blank page with whatever they could
Like they maybe wanted to live a different life in writing
It's a strange train of thoughts.
Ha. The "Book of Destiny"
Is what you're all thinking
But if everyone goes on about destiny,
There has to be someone behind it all. Right?
It's like everything we do
Is just searching
Searching for the scattered lines of text
In our little corner of this grand design
This grand blueprint of a book, maybe
Or a rock. Or something else. Anything, really
If I've learned one thing.
I learned that it's all about the journey
About the choices we make on the way to the end of our story
Is it not funny?
Many a wise man said that we are all connected.
If the grand design were a book, then we truly would be.