We can leave the places we were born and raised.
There’s always someone suffering just in the way we are.
Everyone is weird; we just don’t have access to their inner minds.
Children of three or four are, intermittently, reliably sweet.
(此刻的蜜蜂，彼时之木木，老舍笔下的天赐及太多的孩童们）
There’s always music.
(At least CKUA）
Everyone messes up their life quite a bit.
We’re still here.
A few things we really experience what LOVE felt like.
A few times, we really felt understood.
We’re sometimes been surprised by how well things turned out.
Many of the people we love are still alive.
The silent majesty of a clear night sky.
We can feel herotic about an ordinary life.
We’re very normal in the number of idiocies we’re committed.
We have managed to learn a few things down the years.
There are lots of beautiful people we can take pleasure looking at.
A few bits of our body are rather beautiful.
Things really do look better when we have slept well.
(曼城主帅瓜瓜得胜后常挂嘴边之自谦话）
Many of the world’s most interesting people have written their thoughts.
Other people are usually shyer, sweeter and kinder than we’d anticipated.
We’re perhaps found one good friend.
We can without too much effort, order a bowl of French fries.
(Plus one small black coffee, for sure)
We can reinvent ourselves- a bit.
No one can stop us having our own thoughts.
It isn’t what happened to us that counts, but how we choose to tell the story.
We do not know what will happen in the future!
