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If the immovable architecture of your destiny refuses every attempt at renovation, then perform the one renovation still wholly within your authority: dismantle and reconstruct the entire climate of your mind.
Fate may own the stage, the script, and the lighting; but you alone direct the voice in which you deliver every line; whether with clenched defiance, weary resignation, wry amusement, or luminous gratitude.
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