Facts and Memories

One day you think you were born to do something. Everything spins around that single moment. Clouds, sunlight, wind, smoke and thoughts... All seems to be poiting at the same spot: your destiny, your way through life, your history.
You look at yourself in the mirror, just woke up and still have to shave. You're already late and that wonder of destiny and fate goes away.
The phone is ringing. is the boss asking if you're coming to work or not. Seriously? The memories vanishes through the narow alleyways. Step by step, going in the same direction everyday, but seeing otherwise, looking to the world in a different perspective. Who are you, anyways?
My body claims merci and same moment of joy and restness. Is that possible? Perhaps... I should ask the boss...
My mind stays away, far away... not thinking... just wondering... what's fact, what's memory?