Wednesday

What is destiny to you? Is it malleable? Do you find it to be a ball of clay? Tangible and susceptible to change?

I'm finding that the way one views destiny tells me much of where they go in life. Some may not believe in it in the slightest. Others may believe it is concrete. You've got a fate to be doomed to, with no personal interception or influence. 

My own thinking melds with all of these views. Making up my mind on a subject and leaving it be...that is a foreign concept. Said thinking is beyond me. I'm a new person every following Wednesday.

Prior to certain self-revelations, I used to really mind that about myself. How do I delegate that? Why is it so deeply in the nature of certain individuals around me to be able to hold an opinion? 

Now, I perceive it as charming. Innocent. Child-like. Playful. All of that. Where I used to find myself coy and inexperienced... well, I note those qualities stagnant. I still exist as such. Perhaps the essence in which I view these self-aspects has shifted. 

What do I suppose my own destiny is? 

My best guess is that the answer will change depending on what color underwear I put on that day. Not to mention whether or not my toes are painted.