Prologue

Some might say it was a quixotic venture. Some might say, What the hell does quixotic mean?

I'm not being pretentious or attempting high-brow prose, quixotic is merely the perfect word to describe my quest. In other words: idealistic, unrealistic or essentially, impossible.

So why did I set off on an impossible journey in the first place? Simple - I was in search of happiness. Back in 2002, I hated life. I was bored, dissatisfied and directionless, whilst everybody else seemed to be perfectly happy. I couldn't understand what was wrong with me - why I couldn't be happy. In my mind I visualised a paradise island where everyone lived in a state of bliss. I wanted to live there too, so I set out to find it.

I constructed a boat and promptly set sail - destination: Isle of Glee. However, it transpired that my boat wasn't particularly seaworthy and I lacked navigational skills and, unsurprisingly you might think, I encountered unpredictable waters... but I was determined to get there, whatever it took.

Come to think of it, forget quixotic... it was a karmic venture. Many things are said about karma: you reap what you sow, what goes around comes around, etc. When I set out on my journey I knew very little about karma. As things began to go wrong karma emerged as the reason why. It was little comfort however, particularly when tragedy struck. You see, someone's life was irreversibly ruined...

Since that time I have embarked upon many hours of analysis, trying to work out if it was my fault. Was my quest for happiness really the trigger? Because, you know, I didn't mean to cause the devastation. It wasn't intentional. And ultimately, was I the perpetrator, or actually the victim? Because as far as I could see, I encountered much of the suffering that did the rounds. And... does any of it really matter? We are born, and sometime later we die. Everything in between is karma.

Karma is unpredictable. Life is unpredictable. Life is karma.

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