May I always be blessed with the monotony, the dull sameness of identical days, my indistinguishable todays and yesterdays, so that I may enjoy with an open heart the fly that distracts me, drifting up randomly past my eyes, the gust of laughter that wafts volubly up from the street somewhere down below, the sense of vast freedom when the office closes for the night, and the infinite rest of my days off.
Because I am nothing, I can imagine myself being anything. If I were somebody, I wouldn't be able to.
Fernando Pessoa - The Book of Disquiet
