Truth is where you find it.

The moving maelstrom has forced me to stumble on all sorts of little tidbits of memories, forgotten wisdom, cherished moments, disdainful ones, too. I found a legal pad with the following scribbled at the bottom in my handwriting:

Anything that has overtaken me is the result of my own folly. I refuse to deceive myself, and I don't like self-pity.

I don't know what I was writing about, but I know what I meant.