Does the fault lie in our stars or our inability to shoulder our incapability? How long will we look for an escape and an excuse for falling short of our own expectations and others? It seems easier, no doubt, to blame circumstances and bad timing for things not falling into place the way we imagine that they should, but humor me this once and imagine if the road was never meant to be straight and the crooked, uneven path is the one you had agreed to walk upon all along?