Life is dominated by two forces: the external force of convention which is moulding me into something acceptable, and an internal force of destiny which is compelling me to be the wonderful singularity I am – begging me to be different. It is always fear that makes me forget my destiny and cling to convention. How successful my life is depends largely upon how skillfully I manage these two forces – how well I pretend to conform whilst inside living a life of pure destiny. How well I yield.