I used to pride myself on patience. I felt that all things would come in and at the time they were meant to be. I allowed myself to fall into a universe that I believed was going to ultimately allow these things to happen. I don’t entirely feel that way anymore. Two things here: in a limitless universe there is nothing to suggest that there is not a purpose and a path for everyone and everything in that universe. On the other hand, the path that is the one the universe most means for you to be upon may not be the one you want. Such is life. So I don’t know if fighting for your path is challenging the universe or if the universe is ultimately guided by choice. Consider the boat in the pond. The natural sway of the pond will eventually move the boat from shore. On the other hand, a push will do the same job the universe would have and the boat would be upon the current longer than it otherwise would have. I have come to believe in that push of self—that actualization of purpose that can only be self determined.
all of this is, I suppose, to say that we have a responsibility to get there under our own power. That’s all.