Do you know, or do you float like a leaf upon a stream pausing only now and then when snagged by stick or rock, or are you carried on the wind like a dandelion seed knowing not where you may land - or do you control whither you go?
Are you master of your own destiny, or are you carried on a current unknown?
Can anyone answer truly?
Aspirations shift, pledges are broken, plans go awry.
Rabbis joke that the surest way to make God laugh is to tell him your plans.
