So, was that luck or skill? I ramble and argue, and the results are just what I could have wished for. But did I even want it? Had I something specific in mind?

I am scared that I will mistake the actual appearances with my prior ideas. I am confident that I will repeat this mistake for a long time to come. And this does not make it any easier, but I would be lying if I ignored how I got used to the hardship.

But what is left to regret?

Thinkin’ of a master plan—’cause ain’t nothin’ but sweat inside my hand.

What if I am robbed of my possessions? What if I never possessed them in the first place? I am indeed just creating yet another arbitrary definition of success and failure lest I ever be able to put this matter to rest.

The stories are my property, too. Clearly defined, refreshed, and retold. Oh, I need some break from that. I am not sure anything would have been lost if I had forgotten all that.

I have seen that already, and I need to go on.

And the days go by like a strand in the wind!

It’s not always a walk in the park, but maybe it is more often than I allow it to be. I am just guided enough not to get lost and still be surprised. I wonder if there were shortcuts, but I also remind myself that it does not really matter.

Can I rely on this? Should I just let time pass? I mean… I don’t know what chance will bring me but I could be alert so I don’t miss the next opportunity. Does this make it my attainment? I don’t think so. But even if I did, it doesn’t change what happened anyway.

A bit too much is still enough to distract me.

Well, I’m not dumb, but I can’t understand…

Why should I imply that anyone had it easier or harder? There is little that I know of that anyway.

I assume that everyone will have seen some ups and downs, and I am not in the position to compare that to my allegedly more essential matters. And if everyone longs for some acceptance, I might just accept everyone already before they even need to ask.

You are always welcome.