So off we go to Tokyo, full of aspirations and dreams, high ideas and sure to succeed. A couple of years later, we are running a sparsely visited, cheap noodle shop barely able to keep our head above water, living in a ramshackle hut. We drink away our nights trying to forget our days. What happened? Why did we fail? Perhaps we did not fail, we merely are fulfilling our destiny according to the Dao. Even though we can make our own choices, we still are at the mercy of fate. We cannot be what we are not or what we were not meant to be.