Here is a truth: we are not all meant for the big and wonderful things that we once conceived.

It is the most sobering and the most devastating; a realisation which we surely all have at some point. To some, it flickers momentarily, hinted at in drunken afterthought, but never formulated as something conscious and cohesive; an eternal chinese whisper that breathes softly into the black. When I learnt of it, barely two whole weeks ago, it was like smashing a metal compass through my skull.