one's destination is never set
regardless of how meticulous
how observant
nothing can be as pristine and perfect
as the utopia you've constructed
events are altered
and people have free will
trying to play God is futile
when He has a queen cornering your king
moving people like pawns
check mate
you're where you're supposed to be
even if that's not where you intended to be
it's all in the journey
YOU ARE READING
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