It’s a small, modest ambition. I used to have larger ones. Not now. Not now. I work to distract myself from the inevitable, and yet I am not scared of it. In fact I welcome it, whole-heartedly. It’s the living that I struggle with. What to do with all that which I can have no effect on, that I cannot change. That is the struggle. I am trying to learn how to yield, to accept what it is. That is my real life’s work. But how long do I have?
