Migration

I used to be able to play something call basketball every day. Each year thousands and thousands of crows would pass over my head as I practiced, going off to a far distant land. Though not because I think they wanted to, but circumstances forced them to.

Each year millions of salmon travel thousands of miles battling rapids upstream. Not because they were forced to, but because they were called to and wanted to.

Accepting defeat? Or is it facing reality?

Macbeth

To be or not to be. The curtain has fallen, the act is done. There is no encore.

Fail

Hard to imagine an individual could possibly contain that much of it in a single entity.