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What are we all but temporary blinks in the insurmountable space of time? We forget these things, caught in the events of a life that, to us, seems long lasting and important.

It has been the particular paradoxical misconception of this writer, that each individual, each one of us, has an effect on this timeless world. I forfeit, here and now, my argument, my fight to convince the masses that each individual may cause a small ripple which will in turn affect those around it, until the ripple becomes large enough to scathe the flow of time. I lied. I was wrong. We are all stones cast into this endless lake, our ripple only comes when we hit that never ending surface...the moment of our birth is the ripple, we are anomalies in this endless space. Our lives are nothing more than the event of us sinking into that lake, until we either fall so far that we are no longer remembered, or until we hit the bottom of that lake with our demise.

There are individuals, whom rather than simply being cast into this lake, are skipped, at times several times, across the surface. I believe this action gives them a feeling of importance, for they are able to cause more ripples than others. But...this is not true...because eventually every rock must stop skipping, and where then, does that rock go? It sinks to the depths, no different than any other pebble cast or skipped before it. I am one of these that were skipped, and for the longest time it has made me believe that I hold some greater importance...but I've realized otherwise. I am sinking now, no different than any other little pebble...perhaps I have reached a deeper part of that lake, I shall not feel the bottom, until long after I have been forgotten. I believe I am falling too far now, those pebbles which I had so cherished, all slipping from my meager perception. Fate, it seems, has finally laid her cold claim. I don't blame just fate though, I blame myself...I don't know how much of an effect each individual holds over the course of fate, but, whatever minute or large portion...I know I forfeited my control by fearing the fate I knew was seeking me.

Can any single person stave off fate for a lifetime? I wish I could know that answer, perhaps I had the chance to discover it for myself, had I only been wise enough to try...but rather than trying I sought to hide, sought to somehow cling and hide behind those things which I knew fate did not write for me to have. In doing so I forsook those things...it is all too true, that the tighter you hold onto something...the easier it slips from your arms.

So what does one do? I could proceed on my current path, and find myself lost and forgotten in the depths. Or I could try to change, try to see what will happen if I pry Fate's fingers from my throat, and try to live without concern of her cold hands finding me once again...But, is that even an option left open to me anymore? I truly do wish I could know...but I don't.