Written by Us

We seek the extraordinary: obsessively, incessantly.
We tell ourselves it’s our destiny, but is it? Truly?
In the endless loop of self-fulfilling prophecies, we bend, we break, we fight.

Is it destiny?

I think we write our own destiny and cloak it in the deception that it was written for us.
I think we are both the seekers and the sought,
the wanderers and the very paths we tread.

And we hide behind that deception,

Because it forces us to live lives grander than the truth,
It forces us to grow, yield, and create.

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So is it destiny? no.

I believe men rise, not through preordained fates,
but by daring to give meaning to the deception of it.

And if that deception fuels power. Fuels the extraordinary.

I hope to drown in it ;

and call it destiny

Again.