We have our brush and colors - paint Paradise and in we go.
Since we cannot change reality, let us change the eyes which see reality.
The masses do not see the Sirens. They do not hear songs in the air. Blind, deaf, stooping, they pull at their oars in the hold of the earth. But the more select, the captains, harken to a Siren within them...and royally squander their lives with her.
Die every day. Be reborn again every day.
Reach what you cannot
Inexperience loves to preach.