The worst things to happen to people in life are not acute but
chronic. The things that aren't visible, the stuff that takes place
entirely inside yourself. There's no beginning, no point that you can
see where it started, but somehow you've reached adulthood having given
up on all your dreams. No one tells you straight out that your dreams
are impossible, but they don't need to, do they? You get the message
loud and clear without ever hearing the words.