I think about my life. Is it possible that after all these years and after all I’ve been through, I’m finally being given the chance to live the life that I have always wanted? Is it possible that I can finally shake off the complacency that have kept me rooted to where I am for this long? Is it possible that, little by little, my dreams are coming true? I’m ready, I know I am. I’ve always been ready. They say luck is when preparation meets opportunity. I’ve been preparing for this all my life. Is it possible that I’m about to meet that elusive other half, opportunity?

I think about fear. Will it hold me back again, just as it always had in the past? I fear change. I fear failure. I fear being selfish. But not this time. I can’t allow it. I can’t let fear keep me here. I can’t let fear waste the lessons I’ve learned. By succumbing to fear, I don’t only let myself down, but also the people who have so much faith in me, the ones who believe that I can be something great. I can’t let fear stand in my way. Fear is not an option.

I think about circumstance. Do all things happen for a reason, or are some things merely coincidences? At the end of the day, it doesn’t really matter. There are lessons to be learned in every event that happens, every person that we meet, and every mistake that we make. There are lessons to be learned every single moment of our lives. Unbeknownst to me, I’ve been learning. Though sometimes delayed, its a neverending cycle of learning.

I think about destiny. Is there really such a thing? Or was it something made up by fools to give their meaningless lives hope? I believe in destiny. I believe that at any given moment, we are all exactly where we’re supposed to be. But I also believe that we are all given a certain degree of control over our destiny, not to manipulate, but to pave the way for the things we desire.

I think about a lot of things. My thoughts are a huge jumble, waiting to be made coherent.