All luck is chance, all opportunities must wait. But not everything can be clutched in the palm of your hand with the strength of your fingers, not everything is forever twisted inside a hard shell of darkness. Sadness is not everything. "Don't hate luck and chance, and don't love the distant light too much. Love and hate are both equally miserable and futile." I know that everything is planned. I know, but I'm also small and often forgetful.