The problem with Fate is that no matter how many times you call out to her, she has her own timing that’s irrelevant to whatever anyone else happens to be doing
We easily resign to a grim future so long as nothing is required of us today.
No one dies halfway through the last act. – Heinrich Ibsen
The same word passed through three minds, simultaneously, philosophical, fatalistic, the eternal refuge of the Italian: Pazienza….
There I was, casually wishing that I could stop existing in the same way you’d want to leave an empty room or mute an unbearably repetitive noise.
I believe in fatalism, the positive one.