None of Us Are Angels

When we were very, very young, we all resolved to become this kind of person or that. We naively believed that as long as we worked hard, did our best, and lived well, our wishes would come true. It took a long, long time for us to realize that what awaited us was the mold of fate. Whether we wanted it or not, it would clamp down and squeeze us into shape. At last, we survived in the cracks, twisted and misshapen, gritting our teeth through the pain. By then, we had changed so much from who we once were. It turned out none of us were angels.