There is something extraordinary about the first time falling.

How can we appreciate anything fully when overwhelmed with too much?

I have tried to be righteous all my life. Yet I have never been content.

There is ebb and flow. Leaving and coming. Flight and fall. Sing and silent. Reaching and reached.

Now that I've found the way to fly, which direction should I go into the night?

You cannot change your journey if you are unwilling to move at all.

In the end you can't always choose what to keep. You can only choose how you let it go.