To me.

What will.
What did.
How did that.

Don’t ask.

Going with the flow.
Faith in fate.  
Destiny.
Philosophical passenger-permission.

Belief that the Master Plan has a paragraph for you.
That the Great Decider has you as a priority.
Knows what’s best for you.
What you really want.
Whilst you stay quiet.
Forces the question.

Every force has an equal and opposite.
Every move faces that equivalent resistance.

Life flows.  Around you.  Over you.  With you.
In it.
Strong forces act upon us.  
Currents.  
Rips.

Rapid passages sweep all before.
Erode to bedrock.
Slower reaches bog down.  Floodplains trap sediment.
And it is life that is flowing.  Stagnating.  Not us.
We are so much flotsam.  Caught in jetsam.
Wheeling.  Spinning.  
Rudderless.  
Drowning.

You cannot move against flow.
You cannot leave life-river’s channel.  
Life flows only one way.
Overcome that equal, opposite force.
Move within the flow.

Shoot rapids.  Strike out for an island.
Create turbulence through positive action.

Dive deep.  Float in sunshine.
Create happy whirlpools.
Most of all.  
Don’t ask.

Be proud.  Be honest.
Shout from the rooftops.

I made that.