Destiny has interested me for a long time, and I'll share some of my thoughts about it in this island.

I can only speak for myself; you may or may not relate, and it's okay either way. But how my life has played out so far, and what I see when I look around me ... the people, the occurrences, and the tendencies that I've witnessed and maniacally studied ... all of it points to one thing, and that is — destiny is real.

Time continues to reveal my destiny without any effort on my part. Whenever I try to force the picture beforehand I learn quickly ... that it was all for nothing.

To ride the waves of destiny ... so as to not feel the turbulence and treachery of what we call "normal life" ... this is my ideal. I know for a fact that there is a way.

The world had, a long time ago, turned me into a three things simultaneously: a problem-solver, a skill-acquirer, and a goal-chaser. And I wanted nothing more than to keep levelling up in each of these three roles. I've landed well-paying jobs, travelled the world, and did many things I wanted to do.

But boy have things changed. What I see before me is a totally different world. I see that every concept once I once upheld is now dust. And every new one will carry an even shorter lifespan. The only structure is that of nature ... and to that I tell myself: welcome to a life of no plans.

It is likely that you, like me, have become an effective person ... one who can handily live a societal life, take on societal roles, earn dollars, and eat.

Destiny, however, is fulfilled a different way.

There are movements, personal to you, that must first happen. Personal to you. It can't be overstated just how much of a clue every felt moment of pure, intrinsic excitement holds. I can be on a walk, in the shower, in the middle of a conversation even, and the energy of a pure memory surfaces, and energy that is unmistakeable.

What were those moments for you? Such moments are both countless and priceless. They may be scattered all throughout your life, from as early as age four, to just yesterday, and they tend to surface without warning. Glimpses of genuine freedom and clarity, but of a shape reserved specifically for you.

Once a person finally begins to walk their true path, there is a feeling ... the feeling of "I just know ... that this is it".

This keeps happening to me now. That inevitable feeling I had last week has now been surpassed by the one of this morning. And it continues.

There is no amount of self-justification, logic, or theorizing that can substitute for this feeling. It is a mystery of the universe that, on occasion, takes over the entire body and mind.

The story then, one may say, is unofficially over. Because from there, things just happen in perfect sequence. Perfect does not necessarily mean smooth sailing, but in this new world, there is little room for prolonged confusion.

Life is finally allowed to unfold as it was supposed to.

Move in alignment with the Way, your way, and deep down, you know that nobody is fit to judge your work ... not because it's perfect, but ... because of its unnameable, unexplainable, unknowable impetus.

Curiosity is stirred, but the heart is moved.

My work is PerillaCove.

While crafting this island, I felt encased in a transparent but impenetrable bubble. If I am working on what PerillaCove genuinely needs ... I can ... instantly and with little resistance, arrive at a state of inviolable focus and worldproof calm coloured—still—by genuine excitement for what I must do.

To me, it is about going the distance and putting on a clinic I enjoy every second of. All while creating the environment where the knockout blow arises without effort. A bit of delayed vindication, perhaps.

But from where can I find such stamina? The answer is simple. If it's in line with my destiny, I am handed an infinity clip every time. If it's not, then ... in short order ... I tire.

Life is a long game. A day is a mini lifetime, and as such, there are waves meant for only you to tap into, to surf, and then to emerge anew.

There is so much to be said about destiny and this is just the tip of the iceberg.

I realized something not too long ago. How I’m living now, I could have even living five years ago by just rotating about a few axes ever so slightly. Time and space are really something.

Some things are simply reserved for you, whether you claim them or not.

And nothing can kill you ... except that which is meant to.
Your end and beginning are written.

Every journey is a tributary. You may not know the connectedness now, but you do know yourself ... at least you once did.

Destiny meets you at the front door when you are ready to reach your final form, your original form, your true form. Such form, however, cannot be reached by one who is here ... simply ... to keep levelling up.