What is this curse, this doom? Why must history repeat itself like this? Ecclesiastes my foot. Can there truly be nothing new under the sun? At least, for me? It's like trying to figure out which of a thousand keys will unlock a door, without a light, and without hope.
Why does the door have to be locked? Why can't I just open it and step through? All the wanting in the world, however, doesn't manufacture a flashlight or make the key in my hand the right one. I deeply envy whoever has the key that fits this door.