Yes, it’s lonely at the top, but you’re at the top.

That’s the consolation for the loss and the reward for the win and the thing to remember: you will always be at the top. That’s how it works.

You will never be an accessory–a subplot!–to a sudden and capricious reversal. That’s how it works.

You will die in your sleep at the age of 101 without ever needing to learn what Force Majeure translates to. The road will rise to meet you when you strut; give way shallowly to catch you when you stumble. That’s how it works and it will all be perfect, forever, perfect.

Everything changes; nothing lasts.

Nothing changes; everything lasts.