Maybe, just maybe this makes sense

I've just realized, that maybe what I waited for so long, has been left up to my own accord. I realize that God has plans, but that also my destiny is in part, left to my own accord. That I finally have to step up to the plate. That I have to realize that I can't keep sitting here waiting for something to happen, that I have to make something happen. That I have to try and hit that fastball at 70 mph, that when I try I might strikeout. That I might have three chances and it might not come till I least expect it, that I'll have to push, and fight for that final pitch, but all in all I can't keep waiting for a walk.