Be as a bird perched on a frail branch that she feels bending beneath her, still she sings away all the same, knowing she has wings.
Either you think - or else others have to think for you and take power from you, pervert and discipline…
Be grateful for luck. Pay the thunder no mind - listen to the birds. And don't hate nobody.
Happiness is a butterfly, which, when pursued, is always just beyond your grasp, but which, if you will sit down…