There are those who’ll view this life by circumstance. Others, through the delicate weaving of Fate’s nimble hands.

While even more become mired in the depths of ‘not ever knowing’; spending the rest of every moment seeking sound reason.

But, the truth is – this life is what we make it do be. A joy, a sorrow, a fleeting bit of happenstance… all created from the genesis of ‘soul’; an intermingling of will and ‘what might happen next.’

Our pain exists only through the denial of this irrefutable truth – that we alone determine our path. That we mustn’t ever accept another’s ‘reality’ as our own.

As I watch the snow drifts twirl and pitch, I think of all those moments I’ve felt lost on the journey to discover my truth.

I think of the bloated candor of another’s best guesstimation. I remind them of my purpose, and my capacity to rise above.

The truth is, our destiny is defined by an unfolding of moments – through which heart engages will in a mastery of courage.

“Everyday, God gives us the sun,” writes Paolo Coelho. “And also one moment in which we have ability to change everything that makes us unhappy.”

The trick is, to always pay attention, my loves – to even that which appears, at first, seemingly inconsequential.

That we may one day discover our own ‘magic moment’, and through that moment change the course of destiny.