The fallacy of man

Nothing. A familiar feeling. A welcome feeling. Silence. No regret about the past, no worry for the future. Peace. I feel as if am living in a dream. It is times like this when i question whether i can take any credit for anything i have achieved up to now. When i think back, i have never really been worried about the future. Is it because i am supremely confident in myself? Or is it because i have always felt a certain calling? Sometimes i feel like i have no hand in it myself. All i have is this vague… "dream" of the future. I am unsure how to describe it, or whether dream is the best word for it, but i’ve had this dream for as long as i can remember. And everything that happens feels like part of this dream. Perhaps this is what they call fate.

Or perhaps someday i will simply wake up from this dream.

I have never hated my fate. Not once have i despised it, or cursed it. It was always right in front of me, like the most natural thing in the world…