Like Sisyphus the king of Corinth in ancient Greek mythology condemned to continuously roll a boulder up a hill for eternity, so do I feel I have been condemned to the same fate.

Only mine is a nightmare that I can’t seem to wake up from or probably I’m awake but trapped in a living nightmare.

Faced with impending and unavoidable failure and disgrace like a deer caught in the headlights of an oncoming truck or moth drawn fatefully to the flames that will undeniably kill it.

When backed into a corner with no foreseeable exit I will like the cellist of Sarajevo, Vedran Smailović who during the siege of Sarajevo, continued to play Adagio in G Minor with grace in the midst of chaos and death; lift my chin, dress well and face the inevitable with Grace.