The spirit that bursts out when we are happy
Seems to be the same spell
That flares the fires of our inner hell
When we feel crappy
Direction of sent and receive
Makes the difference in what we conceive
When we are children we seldom think of the future. This innocence leaves us free to enjoy ourselves as few adults can. The day we fret about the future is the day we leave our childhood behind. – Patrick Rothfuss
