To those who have resigned themselves to the sorry belief that they are forever held captive to the currents of life, I would suggest that they take some time to learn what the oars in their boat are for.

I refuse to believe that the course of a single day represents the course of my entire life.

Today’s headlines need not be tomorrow’s storyline.

Are we so patently ignorant as to believe that today just happened? For the incalculable number of complexities inherent in a single day are leagues beyond the reach of mere happenstance, and the threads that seamlessly tie these complexities together are beyond coincidence of the most fantastic sort.

We are not the masters of our own fate, for to leave something as monumental as that in our own hands is to seal our fate. And I suppose that in that sense, we might be the masters of our own fate.

Hope is not some thin thing that is subject to the winds of fate, but it is crafted hard by the hands of God.

The main thing that can make my tomorrow as dark as my today is my attitude. Fate (if there is such a thing) falls a far second to that.

Fate’ and ‘coincidence’ are the mythological derivatives authored by those who refuse to see a ‘greater purpose’, because such a conclusion would naturally suggest a ‘Greater Being’.

Many adventurers would say that opportunity is something that you find as part of a relentless search, or that it’s something that an imagination unleashed shapes and creates. And while all of that sounds bold and wonderfully fearless, it’s my sense that opportunity is more that thing to which we’ve been called by something larger than ourselves, and less something that is a product of ourselves.