I came across this observation by the late writer David Foster Wallace and it reminded me that when I used to head out on photo excursions, only after I stopped seeking whatever it was I hoped to find did I encounter the gift that had been there all along:
Almost nothing important that ever happens to you happens because you engineer it. Destiny has no beeper; destiny always leans trenchcoated out of an alley with some sort of pssstt that you usually can't even hear because you're in such a rush to do something important you've tried to engineer.
