Everyone Holds a Paper

Everyone Holds a Paper

The other day I was in class and for an excercise everyone was givien a card with either a description interacation or title on it. Then we were given five minutes to find our matches with other people. I was able to find my partners very quickly and we all huddled by a desk in the large classroom. As I watched everyone else search the other people, scatered like 50 ants on a donut, I realized it. That through life everyone has a card with someone on it to meet and a place to go. Through out all our lives we are searching for the things that are on our cards just like 50 ants looking for the sweet smell of a donut left out. But then, what happnes after you found what was on your card? Life seems too short to spend it all looking for it. Will you throw yours away, or will you keep it in hope for a better fate? I hope I can be able to throw my card away with a high head, and make my own destiny.