I think Destiny has the same consequence on a person's life as jumping into a pool or body of unknown water.
You race towards the edge, take in a deep breath, and cannonball yourself full-fledged into the unknown hoping that the ritual of baptism (and the sheer act of taking the plunge) will manifest your Destiny into fruition.
Sounds easy enough, doesn't it? Fling ourselves into something greater than our understanding in the hopes of emerging and becoming more of who we're supposed to be.
But - what if the act of plunging yourself and emerging isn't all there is to it? What if the act of plunging yourself in (and the consequence of sinking, losing your breath, and being so deep under water that you are unsure if you will ever surface again) must correspond to the ripple created by that plunge?
What if, in order for Destiny to truly manifest; the ripple from the plunge must be so great that it causes a shift in the waters? A ripple so grandiose, so magnificent and majestic that an undertow occurs sucking you into a place you never dreamed you'd emerge from?
The emergence from the plunge doesn't guarantee that you will end up where you thought you might be when you jumped -- but it does guarantee that you will have propelled yourself out of the stagnancy that came with staring into oblivion from the water's edge.
The jump guarantees that Destiny will find you -- even if you have to swallow mouthfuls of water and go unconscious in the meantime.
So jump. Jump now. And jump hard.
The other side, no matter what it is, will have more wonders than you could have ever dare hoped, thought, or dreamed -- and the simple action of forward movement and disarray of fears is the velocity needed to entice your true Destiny.
Destiny can only occur when fears are washed away by the very act of drowning them; which then creates a ripple; which creates an undertow; which creates a new beginning when you do eventually resurface.
And new beginnings are awesome.
