Like a poet gathering words
Into the most succinct of verses,
You bring together the pieces
Of my often fragmented life,
Inviting me to read within it
What I rarely behold or understand.
For there lies the deeper meaning
Of my journey’s hills and valleys,
The story of your faithful love
Written on every line of my life. 

Rabindranath Tagore

Let no one think that the birth of humanity is to be felt without terror. The transformations that await us cost everything in the way of courage and sacrifice. Let no one be deluded that a knowledge of the path can substitute for putting one foot in front of the other.
— Mary Caroline Richards


Chapter 1.

I walk down a street and there's a deep hole in the sidewalk. I fall in. It takes forever to get out. It's my fault.

Chapter 2.
I walk down the same street. I fall in the hole again. It still takes a long time to get out. It's not my fault.

Chapter 3. 
I walk down the same street. I fall in the hole again. It's becoming a habit. It is my fault. I get out immediately.

Chapter 4. 
I walk down the same street and see the deep hole in the sidewalk. I walk around it.

Chapter 5. 
I walk down a different street

When we are no longer able to change a situation, we are challenged to change ourselves.
— Viktor E. Frankl, Man's Search for Meaning