Fate...

Fate has no logic. You cannot argue with it any more than you can argue with a tornado, and earthquake, a terrorist...

"There was once upon a time a farmer," I told myself, "who wanted to go across a tumultuous stream." "He carried with him two chicken, a cow, a cage of parrots, a baggage of cabbage, two sheep and the bow and arrows passed down from his ancestors as legacies. Facing the stream that was so full of peril, he faltered. He said once and once again to himself: if only I get get across with the bow and arrows, I am willing to drown all the others. But please...let me get away with my legacies..."

"The result was: he sailed across safely to the other side of the stream, leaving all his possessions on the bank except the bow and arrows. It was an exhausting journey, during which he thanked God once and once again for his holy help, and for his mercy that had calmed the water and let it abide his will. However, when he set his foot on the solid ground with the bow and arrows in his hands, he began to look glumly at the direction from which he had come, look glumly at the two chicken, the cow, the cage of parrots, the baggage of cabbage, and the two sheep, regretting that he had not bring them along. He cried and cried for that until the bow and arrows bagan to rust..."

"I'm like the farmer," I told myself again," only that I'm not going to let my bow and arrows rust...not like this."

One must learn to let go, if one has made a decision to abandon certain things.

Just like sometimes, you have to cut off one finger to save your palm...