And I ran after that voice through the streets so as not to lose sight of the splendid wreath of bodies gliding over the city, and I realized with anguish in my heart that they were flying like birds and I was falling like a stone, that they had wings and I would never have any.
Milan KunderaThe source of anxiety lies in the future. If you can keep the future out of mind, you can forget your worries.
Milan Kundera