The Warrior’s Tale
A ninja, I moved
stealthily through my world.
sometimes in fluid and undetectable ways,
sometimes stock still,
camouflaged.
Hidden.
Now the
rhetoric of the politic
has passed.
Here the
clear campaign
rises before me,
and I don armor.
Shield raised and sword held high,
I am samurai.
Slainte,
Paz
You can do all the planning and decision-making in the best interests.
You can be raised well, educated properly; you can pursue your career and lay foundations, maximizing opportunities, weathering storms and holding course.
Each day you wake, however,
each decision you make
takes you down the road to your destination.
There are, mind you, tens of thousands of possible routes you may take.
Bear in mind, too, that the destination itself may not exist by the time you get there.
Sometimes, along the way, if fortunate, we find our destinations changing.
Newfound clarities, shifting sands, the grace of years to digest or dispel.
We may end up bound for places we never would have dreamed of,
and our destinations have become
our destiny.
Paz
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