The first morning in a new house. I will begin a new life. I will walk more. I will worry less. I will stop trying to keep up appearances. I will notice that no one is looking. I will take it on the chin. I will be comfortable with who I am. I will remember that who I am is a figment of my imagination. I will loosen my grip. I will change. I will stop trying to change. I will transcend the desire to stop trying to change. I will remember the maxim “Whoever is born is bound to die.” I will keep in mind that this fact, ultimately, goes a long way toward explaining the witless and shortsighted behavior of most human beings, and I will, accordingly, find compassion for them. I will accept the possibility that I may actually die here. I will accept the possibility that I may die somewhere far away remembering how it was here. How I thought it would be different. How the trees looked on the mountain. How I saw clearly that everything is exactly as it is meant to be. How I forgot that. How it was that first morning.