Dance Dance Dance

“Sometimes fate resembles a sandstorm that incessantly changes the direction of the path. To avoid it you change your pace. And the wind changes its gait to follow you better. You then change again, and immediately the wind changes again to match your pace. This is repeated countless times, like a sinister dance with the god of death before dawn. Because that wind is not something that has come from afar, independent of you. It is something inside you. That wind is you. So the only thing you can do is to step into it, into that wind, walking straight ahead, and closing your eyes tightly to keep the sand out…”

Haruki Murakami