What if …

… There were no such thing as destiny?

… Our place had more to do with our attitude and skills than our circumstances?

… The only way to find a soulmate were to choose someone with whom we have a profound connection and dedicate our lives to making that person happy, trusting them to do the same?

… It were up to us to make the most of each day, instead of expecting others to make accommodation for us?

… We really did have a choice–every one of us, every time?

… Justice, and Truth, and doing the right thing were the responsibility of each of us, and not just the jobs of cops or judges or lawmakers or preachers?

… What we felt we deserved were less important than what we chose to give?

… Our lives were our own responsibility, and our own fault, for good or ill?

… The best day, or week, or year of our lives were the one right in front of us, not because of anything that happened, but simply because we decided to make it so?

… We, and not the government, or the president, or the church, or the mob, or big business, or the 1%, or the 99%, or our parents, or our fans, or our friends, or the media, or the terrorists, or even God, were responsible for our choices?

What a terrifying world it would be if all these things were true. No wonder most of us choose not to live there.

No wonder we choose to call great those who do.