Many seek the ruler's favour; but every man's judgment cometh from the Lord.
— Ned Kelly's final words as the hangman slipped the noose around his neck were "Such is life." "Such is life." Can you imagine the acceptance, the defiance?
— Today is not the day you will die.
— Of that, I am sure. You have the unshakeable faith of David, my friend, but you shouldn't be here. This will not be pleasant.
— Such is life, sir.
You said, "If it's meant to be, fate will bring us together again." For a second I thought, are you really that naive? Do you really believe that fate works like this? It's like she's in heaven watching us. It's like she has five fingers and all she cares about is moving us around like chess pieces. As if it's not a choice that we make ourselves. Who taught you that? Tell me, who convinced you that our heart and mind are worthless? That our actions do not determine what will happen to us? I want to shout at you and exclaim: "We are the fools. Only we ourselves are able to bring us together." But instead I sit quietly. I smile silently, even though my lips are trembling. Isn't it tragic that I see everything so clearly and he doesn't?
Perhaps it really is the fate of artists to be struck by such inspiration.