Many who take up burdens come to resent being put upon.
I do not remember joy or sorrow in childhood, but listening for clues.
I tried good taste, but the strain was too much for me.
A well-paid occupation is seldom spoken of as "rewarding.
If the world would apologize, I might consider a reconciliation.
A small boy puts his hand on the wall, and looks down intently as he wriggles his toes. The birth of thought?