It gets harder as I get closer to death. Each rejection of my work is yet another chance gone. I don't have the writing life that I want, and I know all of the rugged individualists say that is my fault, but it really isn't, and here is why. Life takes us places without our knowing it. Each decision, even if you think it is what you want and will lead you toward your goals, may not do that because other people are involved. I'm not the only one making decisions and now my decisions affect people, those I know and love, those I've created, those I work with and may not know very well at all.
Talia likes to say "it's a curious random happenstance." That is it. She's got it; the meaning of life.
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