“There is a legend about a bird which sings just once in its life... it searches for a thorn tree, and does not rest until it has found one. Then, singing among the savage branches, it impales itself upon the longest, sharpest spine. And, dying, it rises above its own agony to outcarol the lark and the nightingale. ....One superlative song, existence the price... For the best is only bought at the cost of great pain… Or so says the legend."
All the struggle...for a moment of bliss...The happiness is fleeting but the pain seems to last for eternity...Is it really worth it?
Saturday, September 26, 2009
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