"I saw my life branching out before me like the green fig tree in the story. From the tip of every branch, like a fat purple fig, a wonderful future beckoned and winked.--- I saw myself sitting in the crotch of this fig tree, starving to death, just because I couldn't make up my mind which of the figs I would choose.

--I am reluctant to change who I have always thought I would become but then this permanent status within my mind has caused me to forget exactly who that person was...