All that is truth and beauty may be told, if the author has purpose and hopes and love enough to look to the end of the story. As if we're never fully in control, that someone else is scripting our thoughts, words, and even our actions. We imagine there must be some greater force who is playing with us, dangling us before various painted scenes in a puppet show. While some believe they are puppets in the big scheme of things, many believe they are the authors writing all their own acts of drama, fulfilling all their own dreams, and securing the last chapter for victories, lost loves, and forever happiness. However, we are unsure.
Nothing is for certain.
So as one chapter comes to a close, we write the best lines we can and then hope with all our hearts for a pleasant outcome. We have been the idea dreamed in the imaginings of the greatest mind ever. We have been the body crafted with hands strong but gentle. We have been molded with a heart that reflects the deepest, the widest, the warmest of all hearts. We were thought out long before the pen was set to paper.