Aim a little higher.

Of tranquility; and of pulsation
Of happiness; and of anticipation
Of heaven; but that's where it ends.
That blurring distinction between pain and pleasure-
No hell, just heaven; heaven here, on earth.

Any kind of expression with regards t my innerthoughts, wouldn't be in the form of words; they wouldn't mean half a thing.

It's impossible not t believe in fate; it hits you (without direct contact) where the jaws drop: the rendezvous of the unexpected and the unbelievable. Without it, coincidences remain as accidents, cases of fortuitous events and the unexpected, gradually become the unexplained. Fate, unravels it all. Pre-arrangement; a very simple conclusion and understanding, yet not illogical enough for you t doubt its existence.

A hundred dollars; wakeboarding- a worthy investment. In ways, more than one. And t think just that little course number made the difference.
All the difference in the world, don't you think.

I'd say it wasn't fate
but really, who'd believe me?

If you were t hit the mark, you must aim a little above it; every arrow that flies feels the attraction of the earth.