If this world were mine...

I found that for all of the most important things in my life, the timing seems to either be perfect or completely out of whack. I can go from being utterly bedazzled by how fate aligns with my circumstances to being baffled by the sheer audacity of the onslaught of challenges thrown my way. Is the universe conspiring against me? Or I am the maker of my own design? I don't care so much about someday, I care about today. And boy, does it look sunny outside.

It is not true that fate slips silently into his life. It steps in through the door that he has opened, and he invites it to enter. He will invent himself and then reinvent himself and stay out of the clutches of mediocrity. Invent himself and then reinvent himself, change his tone and shape so often that they can never categorize him. Reinvigorate himself and accept what is but only on the terms that he has invented and reinvented. He will be self-taught. and reinvent his life because he must; it is his life and his history and the present belong only to him.