āI am who I am today because of the choices I made yesterday.ā
āDaughter of Time, the hypocrite Days,Muffled and dumb like barefoot dervishes,And marching single in an endless file,Bring diadems and fagots in their hands;To each they offer gifts after his will,Bread, kingdom, stars, and sky that holds them all;I, in my pleached garden watched the pompForgot my morning wishes, hastilyTook a few herbs and apples, and the DayTurned and departed silent. I too lateUnder her solemn fillet saw the scorn.ā
ā Ralph Waldo Emerson