Being beholden to any job is something that I hoped dearly to avoid. So far, as news of retrenchment hits closer and closer home, I'm still managing OK if I would somehow be rendered redundant.

The transition from youth to adulthood is just about complete, with the final phase being the crushing and disintegration of dreams that you once held dear as you confront the harsh realities of society armed with a dwindling supply of enthusiasm and hope.

As you find that success is more elusive once you set out to look for it, you admire those who have done so even more. The guts and the sweat expended, the amount of risk to take.

Someday, when the time comes. Or if the time comes: please give me the strength to do the right thing. The strength to pursue something that many people do not dare even to embark. Better to have tried and failed, then to have never tried at all (yes, borrowed).