How is it weโre the lucky ones, living a life that the children-we-were took for dreams?
Richard BachWhy, Jon, why?" his mother asked. "Why is it so hard to be like the rest of the flock, Jon? Why can't you leave low flying to the pelicans, the alhatross? Why don't you eat? Son, you're bone and feathers!" "I don't mind being bone and feathers mom. I just want to know what I can do in the air and what I can't, that's all. I just want to know.
Richard BachYou are always free to change your mind and choose a different future, or a different past.
Richard Bach