We are all slaves to our own destiny...

I stand on the precipice and stare out over the perpetual waters of life as the twilight settles over the year and I ponder life and the year gone by and the year still to come. As the sea toils, I turn and gaze at two paths which stretch out into the future...my own personal future. One is safe, full of sanctuary and stability while the other is less clear. Darkness and insecurity swamp the path like thorny daggers protecting the future from my gaze. Choices. I look back over my shoulder and watch as my footprints fade in the dust from whence I have trodden as they fade into history. The path behind me is blocked as it fades into the past and I sense a presence at my side. I glance to my left, but their is no-one there, but still I can feel his presence...he has been with me since my birth, and will be with me until I take my final breath, my one constant companion through life. Is he death, fate, fortune? I don't know, all I know is that he remains silent...quietly observing me in a silent vigil as I choose my path. I stare at the paths again and contemplate my journey through my own mortality and realise life is all about choice, sometimes good...sometimes bad. For every laugh, must come a tear, for every bruise, a kiss. For every moment of happiness, a moment of sadness must balance the equilibrium of life. I ponder my goals for the coming dawn of the new year and beyond. Get fit, loose weight, published, get my work recognised...and so as the cusp of the year approaches...I choose...