Circumstance can, and does bend a soul, until it breaks.
As one who is suffering, I forever keep finding myself at the mercy of my circumstances, simply because I strongly disagree.
I wrote up my will today, which stated that I am not to be taken to the hospital, when I must endure the process of dying. My electric bike's motor died soon after I organised that, and, like a slave, I walked the bike home on a 38° day. Right now, my heart feels heavy, litterly, with dread.
