We all suffer from dreams.

That would be the death of anyone - to recognize false hopes with a certainty. One mustn't know that. If it is offered, refuse!

False hope is a terrible thing, if its the only thing keeping you alive you'll be dead by dawn.

In 2008, I was the woman who thought she had the world by the tail: the "perfect life."

In 2010, I was the woman without hope who thought she had no life left to live.

Which woman am I today? Neither. Both were illusions.

But are not the dreams of poets and the tales of travellers notoriously false?

But fate, as Merlin always taught us, is inexorable. Life is a jest of the Gods, Merlin liked to claim, and there is no justice. You must learn to laugh, he once told me, or else you'll just weep yourself to death.