Pithy
One can be angry that the rose bush has thorns,
or delighted that the thorn bush has roses.
Things are seldom as they seem.
They are usually worse. And also better.
To climb above the haze of thought into clear understanding, to navigate a true course, to take the highest road, to air out my soul, to breathe freely, to soar. This is my essay. all rights reserved by wingman
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