He stared forward and with the focus he emulated from dark serious eyes, I knew I had better listen.
Not to say what he wanted to tell me was important. Not to say my idea of importance meant importance…because no matter where my opinion lied, what he had to tell me was important.
Become a legend and leave a legacy. That’s all that consumed my thoughts at one point in my life. Now the word “HEAL” swirled around my hearts deepest desires. Yet, the first mention of the word “legacy” and my ears immediately turned up a notch.
Would I be prepared to die for my belief, my legacy? The question hung in the air like a bird soaring toward a tumultuous wave of water.
The bird broke through the water, grabbed its prey and soared forward..it won and its victory was one of majesty and grace.
“Yes.” I said slowly with a pounding heart.
His response caught me off guard, “Okay. Good. I’m just making sure you know where you are going.”
I thought for a brief moment.
Not the where…the why. The why is what consumed the where and the moment in time. Decisions rolled from my spirit in to reality with awkwardness these days. I knew where I was going, but the why seemed to be the solution to what would give me the comfort I sought for peace of mind of my direction.
But when speaking in terms of the path to one’s destiny, fate is inevitable. Awkwardness, uncertainty, doubt, fear, mistakes…they make the legacy a reality. Fate cannot be escaped, no matter how unprepared you are…you’re going there and it’s happening.
Embrace the discomfort, I thought.