Today I watched Simon Birch Again

Today for the umpteenth time I watched Simon Birch again. It's the 1998 Mark Steven Johnson film about a boy with stunted growth pursuing his concept of destiny and whatever purpose God has for him.

Anyway, after crying through the death of the Ashley Judd character as I always do and taking it all in yet again I am left with the feeling that sometimes God doesn't really plan our destiny for us and it is largely left up to us what we become.

The most troubling part of all this rehash of life, cirumstance, and consequence is the complacency at which we are expected to accept what may be handed to us as though it is our sworn duty to be what others may want at the expense of that which we may desire for ourselves.

It's always leaving me pondering those dreaded "what ifs" and "if onlys" I try to avoid but never succeed and in that end which is this existence I can only hope that the best I have done will be good enough ...

If not for me, then for the universe and whatever awaits me at the conclusion of my journey.