Sometimes wise words appear as if by magic from the ether just when we need them.
Each man’s necessary path, though as obscure and apparently uneventful as that of a beetle in the grass, is the way to the deepest joys he is susceptible of; though he converses only with moles and fungi and disgraces his relatives, it is no matter if he knows what is steel to his flint.
– Henry David Thoreau
Plod on. Happy writing