You see, everything is trying to complete itself in this world, and we are no different. We search for what we believe is missing, to fill the gaps, to conduct ourselves. If only the world taught us we are already born complete, it seems to teach us the opposite; digging a massive hole in us that we try to fill – too often in destructive ways. I want to say I searched for my completion with intelligence, deliberation and dignity, but it was more like an awkward fumbling, like stubbing your toe in a dark room. Sometimes I reacted more like a wild animal than a dignified person. At some point in your life, you start to ask yourself the question of whether or not you can get through that dark room without breaking your leg. You start thinking that there must be a better way to learn the lessons that you need to know without so much pain. Yes, I would like to say that it was because of my brilliance that I found wisdom and completion; that would’ve been nice, but it’s not true. The pain was my compass in life. Unease and fear were my guides, not angels, but my demons. Suffering is one of life’s most outstanding teachers. And if you’re not a very good student, then these teachings will be continually tragic. As it was for me, I was a poor student and had to learn the lessons repeatedly. But as I will attempt to impart in the book, tragedy contains opportunity – the greater the disaster, the greater the chance!