isn't weird how you have your whole life planned out in your head?
"i'm going to be a dancer."
but then something comes around and kicks that idea out of your head.
"i have to be something that would be more useful."
so you think, and think... and think... then soon enough you've found the solution!
"i'm going to be an artist."
after a while you come to find that it is just a hobby and that you need something else that is better.
"i'll be a writer!"
ding! it's the perfect solution.
but...
then life gets in the way and knocks your hopes. your dreams. your visions, all down the drain.
i don't know how many times this has happened to me, but surely it has countless of times.
it's all so strange...
how much of your life you have mentally planned out, and how much of it you don't.
maybe, just maybe...
everything will fall into place.
~~~
"It is a strange world," I murmured, more to myself than to the native soul.
"The strangest," he agreed."
"The strangest," he agreed."
The Host - Stephenie Meyer
