It's a symptom of the modern age to think you desire something and that buying the tools to get it somehow entitles you to it.
"But I spent so much on the best, this should be easy!" One might say.
There existed, at a time, an enjoyment for the fickleness of nature. Man's own mortality was celebrated, his deceptive control over fate obliterated time and time again only served as a reminder that he was only a man and nothing more, it made him humble and and he grew wiser for it.
Not in the present time, however.
I vaguely recall this being about fish, so I will leave you with this. One should keep this philosophy in mind when fishing.
You might have the best bait, the strongest line and sharpest hooks but if the fish ain't biting, they ain't biting.
