Whatever happens to you has been waiting to happen since the beginning of time. the twining strands of fate wove both of them together: your own existence and the things that happen to you.
Meditations, 10:5.
Not waiting like you’re waiting for the bus and it arrives. More like an array of infinities and what you do right now, like picking one can of soup off the shelf instead of another.
When I first read the quote today, I felt the sadness of predestination. A second reading caught a different interpretation. I feel the lightness of endless possibilities.
And possibilities only become real by action. Lots and lots of action.
Aside. This was the first thing I saw when I opened up Meditations today. It’s funny how I can read along and then one thing resonates. Usually it’s four or five pages in where something hits me. And as often as not it is something I didn’t highlight last time I opened the book.