Easy now, child. Uncontrollable circumstances have been set in place to guide your trajectory. Even those times that seem unfortunate can contribute to a greater purpose. Fate’s got a funny way of keeping you down, but building from the ground up always worked before.
The road to Hell was paved with good intentions and I’m still here, burning. Rope ladders turn to ash. Supposed rescuers retract hands in pain. It looks like I’m going to have to tunnel my way out.
I know there’s a shovel around here somewhere because I just got finished digging my own grave.
