The one-year anniversary of my stroke came and went, and as the weeks slid by, I became uneasy. What comes next? Although I had set some goals, still I was nagged by a feeling of listlessness. Was I fated to stay in this state of limbo, without a clear purpose, for the rest of my life? It was fine to declare to myself: “Accept your fate, Karl.” But what did that really mean? What was to be my fate?