"If I've learned anything in life, it is that sometimes things get in your path, and you have a choice: you can either smash right into them; or you can adjust, and move around -- but you have to do one or the other in order to move forward." (Lily van der Woodsen)
While I would like to think that I've done nothing but adjust and move around the labyrinthian events my life has gotten itself mercilessly molded into, I fear I have done more wall-smashing than I am comfortable to admit. To be honest, after the first few times, one finds it surprisingly easier and easier to do. Of course, it does leave a trail of bloody carnage along the way, but there are times we are blinded -- through no fault of our own, some of them -- and we forget, and there is nothing else but the thought of the end justifying every means possible to get out and escape, leading to more guilt and more anger than we started with much further after.
I'm crossing my fingers the Universe lends me enough strength, and end the cycle of smashing here.
