I do not think we choose it

As much as it chooses us

Just as time appears as a river

To us mere mortals

But is really deeper, wider 

Incomprehensible

A masterpiece of a painting, sculpture, song, book

Forest, mountain, ocean, sky

All at the same time

The destination is fixed

It is the road that is the variable

Determines who you are when

And how you will arrive

Hope that your journey is a long one

Full of joy, wisdom, wonder, anticipation, adventure

The destination is set

It was written in your blood, your heart, your soul

Before you even took your first breath

But choose the road wisely

That is the difference

That is the mystery

That is destiny