"I don't even have my learner's permit yet. How can I have a destiny?"
Yourself, the real you, that person you are meant to be, buried beneath the ground, screaming for help, unable to claw their way out. Maybe we ignore who we really are, the signs all around us, the cries for help, because we are scared of confronting our own identity, the scars that lie under our skin, the pain and the joy, our destiny.
We shut ourselves…