I don’t believe we think things into existence.
Not completely. And not reliably.
But I do think we steer.
Intentionally, or not.
Some people plan it out.
Others drift and still arrive somewhere.
And over time,
what we imagine
and what we dwell on
starts to shape us.
Not always for the better.
Not always on purpose.
But now and then,
it’s probably worth asking ourselves:
Where have I been?
Where am I headed?
And who am I choosing to become?
~Ryan Peterson
Love this poem!