I had something happen the other day which convinced me that Fate is a real thing. We all have destinies. What this means, who chooses them, I don’t know.
But I have decided that the way soldiers make peace with horror is wise and what I want to pursue. When it is your time, it is your time. You can’t escape it. And when it is not your time, then all your worry is wasted. Practically, this means almost all worry is wasted. No need to duck when you hear the bullet whistle by your head: it is far beyond you now.
Expand what is beautiful. Expand hope. Expand generosity and kindness, at least to your self. None of it is wasted. You become, slowly, what you dream.