Fate is like a small sandstorm that keeps changing directions. You change direction but the sandstorm chases you. You turn again, but the storm adjusts. Over and over you play this out, like some ominous dance with death just before dawn. Why? Because this storm isn't something that blew in from far away, something that has nothing to do with you. This storm is you. Something inside of you. So all you can do is give in to it, step right inside the storm, closing your eyes and plugging up your ears so the sand doesn't get in, and walk through it, step by step.
Haruki MurakamiWhat was lost was lost. There was no retrieving it, however you schemed, no returning to how things were, no going back.
Haruki MurakamiWhen you come out of the storm, you wonโt be the same person who walked in. Thatโs what this stormโs all about.
Haruki Murakami