Blurring out my periphery...

I think I have to accept that there are powers far beyond me. Machinations so above what I could ever think of, visions far more vast than what I can ever see with my own pathetic eyes. There are horizons long gone beyond my own. And I think this is what it means to be courageous - to throw away what are my own limited plans and to thrust myself into the hands of these higher powers. To do this is to abide in the realm of the eternal, to walk in the path of the everlasting to follow in the footprints destiny. But of course, I am still weak, and it is so hard to let go. Somehow a part of me thinks I am big enough to meet these strands of fate head one. Even now, as I gaze out the window, and barter with the universe, I wonder about letting go. I wonder what it is like to fly.