Maybe he wants to be a ballet dancer

and not a football player.

Maybe she wants to be a construction worker

and not a hairdresser.

Maybe he will make alot of money

and she will be a pauper.

Maybe she will climb Mount Everest

and he will die young.

Who, then, controls the Fates?

Is fate an outcome or an experience?

Is life an unfolding evolution or a grand comedy of epic proportions?

Or both?

I say laugh when you can,

have compassion for all,

protect your body armor,

dance at midnight with your eyes closed,

and jump into fear as if it were a punching bag.

Be brave. You are strong. Be you,

be you,

oh my precious, precious love.