Dancing Upon The Strings of Fate
Things happen. They always do. It's inevitable. In this realm time moves along so as to help things not only move along but to be able to reach fruition. There is a time and there is a place. So be it.
As we travel along the line and lines of a freedom which we have chosen for ourselves 'fate' proves inevitable. It's much more than lines upon the sand of time, it is time itself. Perhaps the play becomes much more than that which we assumed in it's creation but none-the-less, it remains. As we deviate, excitement grows1.
This could all be a dream but not only is it that but the reality with which we have cloaked ourselves with is merely costume. The character has limitation and time within which to perform. Sooner or later the show reaches it's purpose and the curtain comes a callin'.
Are we but insects upon the windshield, laid out for all to see and exclaim. Perhaps, but the script is actually ever changing and though we may have our sights centered upon one thing or another there are other aspects at play which we fatefully call upon but produce little effect2.
How do we become the masters of our plans and efforts when we have a complete disregard to such.
You can't have your cake and eat it too.