My dad gave me my first bike at 16. I soon fell off and was in a wheelchair for weeks. I haven't fallen since.
I would just hear piano players and I would hear music, and just think - I don't just want to sit here and passively listen; I want to get inside it.
It gets on top of me and I get frustrated.
I hate menus, I hate choosing food. I just want to be brought. Bring me dinner!
Pain is an event. It happens to you, and you deal with it in whatever way you can.
Happiness is the twinkle in your grandmother's eye as you reverse the tractor off her legs.