I fell down to my knees, accepting fate, accepting the fact that my legs were walking on its own towards an unnamed destiny.
Maybe, just maybe, it is like what I've once read of Michel de Montaigne: “In a great storm, sailors in ancient times invoked Neptune: O God! You will save or destroy me according to your will. But whatever you will, I will steer my ship as necessary!”
Maybe, just maybe, it is like what I've once read of Michel de Montaigne: “In a great storm, sailors in ancient times invoked Neptune: O God! You will save or destroy me according to your will. But whatever you will, I will steer my ship as necessary!”