There is an ancient tribal proverb I once heard in India. It says that before we can see properly we must first shed our tears to clear the way.
Board the cows! We've come to enslave your marigolds.
Free the snow globes!
This is the world we live in, Gemma, for better or for worse. Make of it what you can," he says, and I pull him to me.
There is never any turning back Gemma. You have to go forward. Make the future yours.
It isn't that we do what we want. It's that we're allowed to want at all.