Sometimes I do this thing,

It’s called writing. I do it almost every day, but I never really share it, so I’ll share something I scribbled down last night in a drunken silliness.

“MANIFEST DESTINY” I shout from my pedestal, proclaiming that everyone has their own possibility of action, when I know that truthfully, we are all just reactions, impulsively driven to the actions that shape who we are and what we are to become.