Maktub

From my favorite book, The Alchemist by my 

favorite author Paolo Coelho.

Maktub means fate. Fate is what brought me here,

in this library, filled with knowledge.

With the man I hope is in my future.

We are so capable of experiencing every mood

together, whether it be serious in this library or

throwing eachother into the dirt off the sidewalks.

I'm so fortunate. We both live in different cities,

live different lives, have different stories,

yet we wound up here, ended up in two classes,

met one night, and fell in love. So perfect.

I can picture loving his family, watching Grace his

beautiful hyperactive dog grow old.

I can see wrinkles grow in the face I am blessed

to wake up next to.

So I believe in being blessed, and I believe in something greater than myself.

But I do not believe in God. I believe in being moral, doing selfless things,

because the universe conspires to either help you for doing good, or

against when you fail to do so. 

I believe I must have done something that was so extremely wonderful

to deserve him in my life, and everything else that makes me happy

on a daily basis. My father tells me constantly, you're alive.

So everyday, I prove that fact.