There is a mysterious force in my life, to which I refer as “IT.”
First, let us define what “IT” is not.
“IT” is not the hairy cousin on the erstwhile Addams Family sitcom (or was it The Munsters?)
“IT” is not a coquettish synonym for partaking in sexual activity: “Didja do “IT?” or “Was “IT” good for you?” or “How was “IT?”
“IT” is not G-d,” although the two entities do share similar attributes, as in neither (for me, anyway) can be ignored.
I do not talk or pray to “IT.”
To borrow from the song Love and Happiness, “IT” can make you do right, “IT” can make you do wrong…”
“IT” is bigger than me, and everything I know.
“IT” provides me with affirmations along the way, which can best be described as “personal clues” relevant only to me
“IT” has been the driving force behind some of my most uncharacteristic behavior and decisions, but somehow it ( “IT”? ) all worked out.
“IT” won’t let go.
“IT” has no conscience.
“IT” is illogical, yet there is seemingly a method to “ITs” façade of madness.
“IT” has taken on a life of its own, and although it seems to reside in my heart and soul IT seldom consults my intelligence before making decisions.
“IT” speaks toward the emotions; screw everything else.
“IT” confuses me at times.
“IT” hasn’t failed me yet, but “IT” most certainly has scared the crap out of me.
“IT” is selfish, determined and relentless.
In typing this post, I just may have figured out what “IT” is.
Fate and or Destiny?