Mosaic of Destinies

An interior monologue about destiny.

What's it all about? I mean, really, why do we do it?

What's the ultimate prize at the end of that fabled rainbow that eludes us every time we try and grasp it?

We grasp straws at happiness; use them to breathe tainted and life-giving air through the murky depths of individuality,

or drown trying.

But can it all really be that simple? Who knows.

For all of our sakes, I pray different.

No matter what conclusions any of us may come to, the definite truth is that life is hard; it is not a gift, but a chore.

It is a solemn vow, a plethora of tasks, and a subtle mosaic drawn from duty and distress that forces us to grow or tear ourselves apart in the process.

It's about taking a step back and looking at the big picture; all of our lives lead to something incredible, unimaginable and unfathomable.

The mosaic is but a map that depicts our destinies; if you can broaden your horizons enough to see it.

Tried and true, we live and die.

That is as simple as it gets; the rest, however, is far more complicated.

Our realities' exist to suit our needs and growth, chart our potentials and prove that change is possible.

We evolve not just in the physical, but in spirit as well. 

Could that be the true reason we are actually here? A spiritual second chance?

We're born crying because we know that we failed our past lives, and die crying because we know we've failed this one.

And thus, round and round we go on the cosmic wheel of trial and error. 

A wheel may be infinite, but it does eventually stop spinning; what then?

When does our growth end? 

Who determines our success in this life or the others?

So many unanswered questions, and each one another seemingly random tile in this mosaic of destinies. And only once we make sense of our own, do we begin to realize how intertwined we all our. 

My destiny is a part of yours, yours to mine, and so on and so forth.

My mosaic and yours are but pieces in an even greater one that depicts the fate of us all. But we live in-between the cracks, and each fragment is a border; 

a wall hundreds of feet high that we can't possibly see over.

We all have a map, and whether any of us realize it or not, we all have what it takes to make sense of it; be it through this life, or the next one. 

We just need a little faith.

Author's Note

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