I’d like to believe that my destiny is the destination I’ve been routing out my whole life.

The other day, on my way home through rush hour, I scanned the cars surrounding me. These cars have drivers. These drivers have destinations. We all have destinations, but we usually focus on the short term destinations, the places we’ll arrive at within half an hour. No. Half an hour is too long. Let’s cut that. Drive faster. Twenty minutes. No. Fifteen. That’s too long.

But where’s this destination that’s so important? And what makes time so significant; why are we risking ourselves for time? And how does this short term destination affect one’s ultimate destiny?

Just think for a second: Where the hell are you going?


About shesnotavailable

A youth determined to challenge manifest misconceptions and uphold offensive positions on just about every subjective matter. View all posts by shesnotavailable

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