Sometimes fate is like a small sandstorm

 Italy, Apulia, Peschici 2008

Italy, Apulia, Peschici 2008

 

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 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. There’s no sun there, no moon, no direction, no sense of time.
Just fine white sand swirling into the sky like pulverized bones. That’s the
kind of sandstorm you need to imagine.

~ Haruki Murakami

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