Paths often cross uninitiated. It’s ironic that you never see the people you long to meet. You can live in the same area, school in the same district or work in the same building, but the percentage of a chance meeting is far and few in between.
In actuality, Destiny comes disguised.
It’s the people that love you, and you them - that’s Destiny.
It’s in the faces of those you love. In the smiles of those you care. Nestled between the words of which one converses with.
Every single minute of your life.
Because it’s the people that matter who make an active effort to meet up and make contact despite opposing schedules.
They make Destiny happen.
I love Rick for the happiness he plasters on his face, regardless of my temper and expectations. And I’m thankful for having Sharon Lee, Ross, and my Brother (even though his mouth’s so vulgar makes over filled, under cleansed dustbins blush).
F4, for their never ending support, attention and care. They make me want to run to work, and stay back without complaint.
And to God, without which, all this would never be possible.
