“Sometimes 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. 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. 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. And once the storm is over you won't
remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won't even be
sure, in fact, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When
you come out of the storm you won't be the same person who walked in. That's
what this storm's all about.” – Haruki Murakami
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