Thanksgiving was different this year. The anticipation of putting up Christmas decor and writing Christmas lists simmered as I marveled in the present. I have everything I need. My family is complete and whole, my future is still bright, and my motivation to live for a cause has never been higher. I am growing up. I have always been taught to not worry or stress because destiny will take its course either way. Often, I like every other human being on this planet asked the infamous question "why?" Why did I have to go through all that stress and heartache just to get the end result I hoped for? I heard a voice kindly refute, "You knew not to worry-- your destiny was there all along." Perhaps that is my current life lesson-- I know not to worry, because my destiny is still there, placed somewhere in space all while I wait for this thing called the earth's rotation or simply time to spin faster until I reach it-- but I will reach it. I will get there. I am stranded on an island with no choice of a favorite item, but love has become my habitat and I'm okay with that. I'm okay with little or lots, I am certain despite the excess or deprivation-- there really is no mourn for more, no quake of emptiness. As many impatient tears fall, there's a sure hope deep down on the inside of me that keeps me focused, that keeps the world spinning and time going faster drawing me closer each day to my destiny that awaits. I'm coming.
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