This is the opening to my autobiography...

“Choose your rut carefully. You’ll be in it a long time.”

Do you know I have forgotten who said that to me originally; it doesn’t matter anymore, but it has stayed with me since my youth, to haunt me, to spur me on and to make me kick against it? You see, I don’t think life is to be lived in a rut: Life is an adventure. Life maybe so short and eternity so long but that energises rather than paralyses me. So the older I get the more I become someone in a hurry; to cram in as much as I can, to ensure that my life is not a rut but a freeway.

I admit I have been lucky, if you believe in luck. I have the freedom to choose while others are in no position to make choices. You may not choose your rut. It may choose you. It can choose you by accident of birth, by design, by folly or a combination of any of those. To make your own luck is only possible for those who are in a position to be able to do that..