03-27-2020, 10:42 PM
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1730 Charted Constellations
Is there a path we walk, one predetermined, charted like the constellations. Different depending on where you are but the same nonetheless.
Are we doomed to follow such we cannot change? Can we change it? Shift the very celestial bodies that mark our destiny? I am unsure.
I want to be a maker of my own fate yet there is only so much I can do to alter the course I'm designed to walk.
The path before me looks bleak, especially when I see what leads to it. Can I tread a new path?
One that does not leave me wary, or scared.
The future scares me.
Yet I find solace in the stars. Its shine and the stories it tells. The lessons I can learn if I look to those who came prior, who will come, who are here.
Even if behind me there's crimson foot steps and silent pleas. Where did they come from? Who begs? I don't know what they say-
I cannot understand-- Comprehend what it is I'm meant to do. Perhaps hold out, wandering until I meet the end.
There is no greater purpose for me. What shines tells me so. Or, to they? It all sounds the sound. Hushed words from all directions.
I cannot pinpoint who whispers such to me but I know I can either listen to defy. Forge a path of my own, under the guidance of my own light and will.
I am scared, scared to decide where it is I should go.
So instead of making a firm decision, right or left. Up or down. White or black.
My thoughts will meet paper, penned down, as though traced like constellations, coming together from main points to form a bigger picture.
My picture.
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