You couldn't fight the tide or change the wind. And if there was a storm? Well, a girl should batten down an bail, not run the rigging. How could she help but make a mess of things, the state that she was in?
She'd strayed from the true way of things. First you set yourself to rights. And then your house. And then your corner of the sky. And after that...
Well, then she didn't rightly know what happened next. But she hoped that after that the world would start to run itself a bit, like a gear-watch proper fit and kissed with oil. That was what she hoped would happen. Because honestly, there were days she felt rubbed raw. She was so tired of being all herself. The only one that tended to the proper turning of the world.
(Patrick Rothfuss "The Slow Regard of Silent Things")
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