There comes a time when you ask, “What was intended for me?”

Not in pursuit of grandeur or certainty, but in quiet reflection.

Sometimes I wonder if the only expectation—the only divine intention—was simply to experience what the Creator offered:

To keep the world in view,

To taste of its flavors,

And someday… to offer something back for the world to experience.

 

But what is something worthy to share?

This story of Mela—her becoming, her circumstances, her breath, and her end—has lived in my mind for a long time.

Maybe this is what I was intended to do.

Or perhaps it is only a self-assessment:

Of what I hoped for,

Of what I failed to reach,

Of what remained just beyond my grasp.

 

I have no answers,

But I have chosen to make an effort.

I have chosen to follow through with what has lingered in my thoughts,

What has stirred in my spirit,

What has asked to be born.

I have chosen to try to offer more than what I am.