Destiny

I often get asked really good questions about what I think is Destiny for an individual or as a whole of Humanity.

 

Most people seem to be confused that our history reflects War and times of Peace. That we seem to wander between these two actions as if locked in some struggle of who we are. Individually in a struggle to be accepted, if even selfish, as a person, with opinions and differences each unique to each.

 

The mirror of time of our length of history, both of us as Humanity and of us individually shows something different.

 

History shows from symbol to written word, from note of beat to numerical equations, the very understanding of what we call humanity, a written, seen, heard communications to be repeated, enjoyed and returned by another.

 

The individual understanding of who you are reflected by associations, friends, family, repeated and enjoyed by the birth or addition of another, and then returned such by another.

 

We set in wonderment at how quickly a child will show rhythm and dance to music, or paint with direction of color shift or changes. We then teach our child symbols, words, and audio control of langue.

 

This would make the density of humanity the written, audio, communicated history of you.

 

That would make the individual “story”, of the challenges of life, each as unique as it is worth the telling, repeating, enjoying, and hearing the lessons of the mirror of your time, “expressed”.

 

That would make your destiny, the story of you worth the repeat, there right there upon that last moment, last breath you are remembered, becoming only the story of our history.

 

Would it be that we were all in history held so dear.

 

Chas