The constant struggle in mature life, I think, is to accept the necessity of tragedy and conflict, and not to try to escape to some falsely simple solution which does not include these more somber complexities.
The sun gives you ulcers, the wind gives you T.B. Once you were beautiful.
I am what I feel and think and do.
Joy:show joy & enjoy: then others will be joyful.
A black-sharded lady keeps me in a parrot cage.
The tulips are too red...they hurt me.