I always heard talk of ‘what’s meant to be’ told time and time again that life works wonders.
Time after time I’d disagree.
‘Who’s to say what’s meant for me?’
who’s to say I matter so much, so much that there’s a plan out of reach, some divine notion, a greater guidance of sorts… on what grounds do I base such arrogant assumptions?
On what evidence do we assume our lives more worthy than the next…
our lives more righteous than the past?
If the individual is paramount, if ‘special’ is what we are,
then by what criteria is that marked?
this is all I ask