I admit, freely and without hesitation, that I am more scared than ever. I have made my wishes known, and as it turns out, the universe was actually listening. I wasn't prepared for everything to happen at once, though. I thought I'd at least get the chance to reflect, to breathe, to plan ahead. Yet life has a different agenda it seems - plummeting me towards me destiny, all the while ignoring my cries to slow down. But I dare not complain, for if anything, I am certain that I have never lived as intensely as I do in this very moment. Never before have I so courageously gazed into the future, so sure that despite everything, despite anything, I shall come out of it alive.
He is the sum total of everything that went before him, of all he has seen done, of everything done to him. He is everyone and everything whose being-in-the-world affected was influenced by his. He is anything that happens after he is gone which would not have happened if he had not come. Because destiny is real. And she's not mild-mannered. She will come around and hit you in the face and knock you over and before you know what hit you, you're naked - stripped of everything you thought you knew and everything you thought you didn't know - and there you are! A bloody nose, bruises all over you, and naked. And it's the most beautiful thing.
