I used to believe I was destined to be a writer, but I'm not so sure anymore. Partly because I'm not sure how to define what a writer truly is. Is it someone who writes? Who's published? Who's a New York Times Bestseller? At one time, not so long ago, I thought I knew. Thought I had it all figured out. But lately I feel like I'm back at square one. If I even know what square one is.
Lots of people, whether or not they believe in God or some other higher power, believe in destiny. At least the kind of destiny that gives each individual person a specific purpose for being on this earth. That destiny generally involves impacting the lives of others. Mothers, doctors, soldiers all have their purpose, their impact on this world. I can't help but to wonder what impact I really have.
Right now I don't know, but I'm hoping one of these days I'll finally figure it out...