Strange things blow in through my window on the wings of the night wind and I don't worry about my destiny.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
I may have a slightly paranoid nature, a fear of losing control of my life.
Absolute certainty is not something I strive for anymore. I've learned the hard way that destiny usually looks upon our most strident convictions with amusement, or perhaps even pity.
Most things I worry about never happen anyway.
I like to think that I'm not as ominous in real life.
I don't have too much faith in destiny, or an afterlife. This is it.
As a child our dreams got scattered all about and all our future prospects got scattered to so many places, and we spend our lives trying to find the little pieces that make up our lives and make up the dreams that we had as a child that got blown away in the windstorm.
Crazy as it sounds, I'm a believer in destiny and serendipity, and I have had cosmic experiences all my life. Something told me I was meant for greater stuff. And look, I've had a baby! And I've written an opera!
Sometimes, I wake up and the skies are grey and everything's horrible.
I am undeniably afraid of the dark!
I definitely am afraid of the dark. Somehow, in my mind I can always come up with some horrific stuff to worry about.