I'm fifty-one years old. I'm at that point in life where real reflection about things seems to be starting. Most likely more pavement has passed beneath my feet than lies ahead. And with that reality, I find myself with one eye peering back in time taking in the events that have happened in my life and the other transfixed on the unknown ethers called the future. What I'm seeing are a few continuous threads that wrap this entire span of time into one thing that for lack of a better word I would call destiny.

These are the big rivers we flow down that have a starting point where we entered the waters with no real idea of what we would find ahead and no suggestion of when or where we would set shore and walk away. But it was important to set out nonetheless. These are the moments that are our destiny.

Have you ever been afraid? What happens? You hold back, maybe just for a second, or possibly forever. You choke on the words that needed to be said and instead spit out something that bars you from going down the path that truth would have taken you on. Ever regret it later that you let fear get in the way?