Labyrinth

What we leave behind in this life is the memory of who we were and what we did. An imprint, no more.

Do you believe you can change your destiny?' he (Sajhë) said, seeking an answer. Alice found herself nodding. 'Otherwise, what's the point? If we are simply walking a path preordained, then all the experiences that make us who we are - love, grief, joy, learning, changing - would count for nothing.

Too often I am jealous and my jealousy leads me to say things-things-that I regret.

History is written by the victorious, the liars, the strongest, the most determined.

What will happen will happen, whether I wish it or no. So, yes, I accept. It does not mean that I like it or wish it were not otherwise.