Winds of Fate, Dust of a God

More an inspirational writing than a story with a plot-line.

I have no choice in the matter... fate is my guide, and I must follow, whether it leads me to the better or to the worse; we are all just dust, brushed from the palm of a God, forced to float on the winds of destiny. Rather than drowning in agony and remorse of the past, indulge in a future, or even futures, of euphoria and jubilation. Just remember: though some winds may blow stronger, harder, and farther, there will always be a gentle breeze in your heart and a puff of memory that stings every time you breathe... but it'll be a good sting, the kind that brings tears to the eyes. Remember that, big or small, you have impacted the earth, and reminiscence will bring not tears of pain, but tears of joy.

Author's Note

I have been working on this for about a week. Mostly at 11:00 at night, when my creative juices seem to flow the most... hahaha, but please comment your feelings on it, I'm hoping to transfer it to a poetic form... if you have any suggestions on how to do that, I'm all ears! :)