I stopped and thought today – what am i really doing here? As many years have passed since I left my home in Cuba and I now I am in the path of becoming man that I was meant to be, I can help but think of my past and the experiences that have gotten me here today. I guess sometimes I cant seem to shake the things of the past nor can I avoid the inevitable hand of fate. Does fate really exist? Is there some higher power out there that has written our lives out for us and we are just mere characters in its book of eternity? Or, do we as individuals have the right to shape our unique path?
As I walked home yesterday from work I looked around me and for a moment stopped and thought – “do i really live here?” Ask me 10 years ago and I would have never told you that I would be living here in this city that I now call home. Sometimes i think i am actually dreaming; that the boy who grew up in the campos of Cuba live in the center of the world, NYC.
I friend of mine will soon be leaving me to return home and so I cant help but wonder when will my time come. When will fate draws its hand out to me and move me to the next chapter in my life. Will I live in this city forever? Or is my time here temporary just like all the others who have come before me?
Only Fate may have the answers to my questions