A Short Word About Destiny.

Destiny so rarely smiles upon a person that if they're lucky enough for it to happen there's no recourse except to smile back. To flash their toothy grin no matter how much gum they think is going to show, or how yellow their teeth might be, or whether or not they think that gap in the front is going to look bad. It is. They look up and they smile and they thank their lucky stars, whichever they might be. Destiny is so precarious, teetering back and forth like careful footsteps across the banister. Any wrong movement, however subtle, could send a person falling to their death. That moment is so fleeting; a passing burst of light in the night sky. Maybe it's nothing, but it's so often chosen as a moment of rebirth. The human element makes nothing into something. Destiny makes people question their own feelings. Destiny forces us to look inside ourselves and wonder if we're really worth it. Destiny is the unexpected factor, often changing our plans without us noticing, and when it happens you can't be mad, because she's too beautiful to frown at. I'm so happy for everyone who is smiled upon by Destiny, because she is my daughter, and I love her, and she hasn't smiled at me in years.