A sense of destiny.

Thing is. I don’t always know where I am going. I go. And allow myself to be surprised. That’s the way I write. And live, too. Just feel my way. Destination unknown.  No sense in living by a rigid plan. Better to remain flexible. And adapt to the unexpected moment.  So many choices along the way. When I finally arrive. I have a sense of destiny. This was meant to be. --Jim Broede