This time I’ll be bulletproof.

Sometimes fate is like a small sandstorm that keeps changing directions. You change direction but the sandstorm chases you. You turn again, but the storm adjusts. Over and over you play this out, like some ominous dance with death just before dawn. Why? Because this storm isn’t something that blew in from far away, something that has nothing to do with you. This storm is you. Something inside of you. So all you can do is give in to it, step right inside the storm, closing your eyes and plugging up your ears so the sand doesn’t get in, and walk through it, step by step. There’s no sun there, no moon, no direction, no sense of time. Just fine white sand swirling up into the sky like pulverized bones. That’s the kind of sandstorm you need to imagine.

Like a wave, this will always roll over exactly how it’s meant to. Even if the initial reaction pulls you under. Even if you don’t understand reasons why. Sometimes you get in too deep, dragged under, spun around, and end up dumped on the shore. That’s life. Get yourself back up, learn a lesson, and do it again a different way.

In life, we do things. Some we wish we had never done and some we wish we could replay a million times. But they all make us who we are and in the end they shape and detail us. If we were to reverse them, we wouldn’t be the person we are today. So just live, make mistakes and have wonderful memories. But never second guess who you are, where you’ve been and most importantly, where you’re going

You can’t always control how you feel, but you can control what you say and do. Don’t take the easy way out, cause the easy way and the right way are rarely the same.