So off we go to
Tokyo, full of aspirations and dreams, high ideas and sure to succeed. A couple
of years later, we are running a sparsely visited, cheap noodle shop barely
able to keep our head above water, living in a ramshackle hut. We drink away
our nights trying to forget our days. What happened? Why did we fail? Perhaps
we did not fail, we merely are fulfilling our destiny according to the Dao. Even
though we can make our own choices, we still are at the mercy of fate. We
cannot be what we are not or what we were not meant to be.
