Fidelity

Or... priorities.

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Destiny is no matter of chance. It is a matter of choice. It is not a thing to be waited for; it is a thing to be achieved.

Williams Jennings Bryan

Loyalty
the virtue
that becomes vice
when pledged
to the wrong altar.

They swear fealty
to the flickering screen,
to the endless scroll
of other people's lives,
to the comfortable cage
of familiar noise.

Destiny
waits at the door
like a patient suitor,
while they marry
their distractions
in elaborate ceremonies
of avoidance.

The phone
jealous lover
that demands
constant attention,
feeds on presence
until the soul
starves.

Faithful
to everything
except the call
that echoes
in the silence
between notifications.

Destiny speaks softly—
requires the ears
that distractions
make deaf,
the eyes
that busyness
blinds.

Most
will die
loyal soldiers
in the army
of the irrelevant,
having served
with honor
causes
that never mattered.

The path not taken
was always there—
They just couldn't see it
 through the smoke
 of their burning
 attention.