Stars by the pocketful...

He considered himself a stained-glass window. And this is how he lives his life. Closing no doors and covering no light; he is the multi-colored glass with light filtering through him, in many different shades. Allowing light to shed and fall into many different hues. His job is not to direct anything, but only to filter into many colors. His answer is destiny and his guide is greatness. And there you have him.

A very simple recent learning: almost nothing important that ever happens to you happens because you engineer it. I found that destiny has no beeper; it always seems to lean trenchcoated out of an alley with some sort of 'psst' that you usually can't even hear because you're in such a rush to or from something important you've tried to engineer. Turns out, destiny is usually just around the corner. Waiting like a thief to steal away your plans, and replace them with its own grand design.