One of my favorites. Henry David Thoreau….

My life has been the poem I would have writ

My life has been the poem I would have writ

But I could not both live and utter it.

Begs the question of whether one should try to dictate or “write” their life or does this act destroy the possibility of truly living that life? Do we “go with the flow” or do we try to create our destiny? Does one necessarily preclude the other?