Fate. It’s gonna happen. Everything’s meant to be. It’s a matter of course. It’s a matter, of course. I must fall into fate or else I cannot breathe. Must accept this trust fall of Life otherwise drown in quicksand pits of Anxiety. If you’re religious you have faith. Well, I have faith in Fate. The guiding principle of letting go. The guiding principle so I may enjoy my life and let a few worries go by the wayside. Worries that are not based in reality, that are uninvited, Murphy’s Law-believing fantasies obsessed with expecting the unexpected. They aren’t true, they aren’t real. There’s probably a .02% chance of them even happening. Skeletal alignment does not always stay straight. We are human beings. We err, we make mistakes. This is all part of the game. Have faith that we will learn, or give an opportunity to those around us to learn. I must breathe through with the tides of Time and accept my Fate, whatever that may be. Captain Pike having crystal visions listening to Fleetwood Mac. Stevie Nicks voice is like velvet. I would have loved to hear her and Nina Simone do a duet. Do you believe in Heaven, or dancing barefoot underground? None must stay – Namaste. Frightful elegance. Dapper zippers.
Roe Knows Best 