There’s a plan, see? A plan. It’s not the written type of plan, with a start and an end, but it has some sort of diagram, some kind of destiny. I can’t quite put a name to it, and I can’t tell you what the end might look like.
The thing is this; that so often (I imagine) people breeze through their lives and at one point in particular they are struck by the profundity of their creation. What a shame that this little moment isn’t on record for all to see.
You see, I imagine myself pouring over historic records. Delving in to the deepest recesses of my relative’s thoughts, discovering the wildness of their spirit, and the adventure in their heart.
What a dream.
That I might be that relative. That I might forge a path so brazen, so unimaginable.
Please God, help me find that path. What a dream that would be.
~anonymous


