One possible reason that I don't believe in fate is that I wasn't fated to.
Sometimes the best way to be useful is to get out of somebody's way.
The longer I live, the less chance I'll ever recover from what life keeps doing to me.
My life has a superb cast, but I cannot figure out the plot.
I hope I never become so used to the world that it no longer seems wonderful.
Is there life in other families?