Life does not give itself to one who tries to keep all of its advantages at once. As there are only mediocrity and obsession, I keep my obsessions as essential, and discard the rest. With nothing to postpone, nothing to cancel, accepting all that either blesses or befalls me, the current circumstances, however dire they may appear or in fact be to others – those who live lives toxic with all that flatters taste but feed not, swollen insufficiencies swallowed as names of better things – I remain entire, fearless in the face of a future seemingly less than favourable. That which is mine to bear will be brought upon me to endure. Destiny may not be coerced, cajoled, or counted on. And just as destiny has no choice but to fulfil itself, I have no choice but in its sufferance. That which is not mine to bear, will not tarry even a moment before me. Nor do I falter in awaiting a a future ever future.