~ Henry David Thoreau
Adulthood brings with it the pernicious illusion of control. I mean that mirage of dominion over our own life that allows us to feel like adults, for we associate maturity with autonomy, the sovereign right to determine what is going to happen to us next. Disillusion comes sooner or later but it always comes. When it arrives we receive it without too much surprise for no one who lives long enough can be surprised to find their lives have been moulded by distant events, by others will, with little or no participation from their own decisions. Those long processes that end up running into our lives, sometimes to give it the shove we needed, sometimes to blow to smithereens our most splendid plans, tend to be hidden like subterranean currents, like tiny shifts of tectonic plates. And when the earthquake finally comes we invoke the words we have leaned to calm ourselves: accident, fluke, and sometimes fate.
~ Juan Gabriel Vasquez