“Sometimes fate is like a small sandstorm
that keeps changing directions.
You change directions 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.
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”
"Kafka on the shore", Haruki Murikami
Via Raoul Christen