It’s very early as I slip into my imaginarium, that place in my mind where I conjure up what I want to be today, what I want to do, where I want to go and how I want to get there, it dawns on me that we are, in fact, in control of our own destiny. I have said it before many times, it’s just a decision. So why do so many people all around the world make the decision to go to a bad place? Why do people choose to be mean or violent? Why would they not opt for kindness? I am thinking they do not have control over there own destiny. So what gives us the ability to chose our own destiny but not them? How fortunate are we?
I choose to be kind. I choose to be neighborly. I choose to be the best I can be. I do this because it makes me happy. It gives me peace. Today, I will spend some time figuring out a way to help someone else control their own destiny.