The Hamlet Project

I used to really believe this. It was quite comforting to think that some divine hand was pulling the strings around me, guiding me to some magnificent fate. It allowed me to move with great confidence, convinced that the universe had my best interests at heart. But then I ran into a rough patch and I couldn’t understand why the divine hand let me down, had sent me to a place that did not push me forward, that seemed to throw me into the dark forest. When I emerged, I had lost my belief in the divine and felt entirely rough-hewn.