Justin, you amaze me.
Our desperate attempts to control things are just ingredients to become old and unfulfilled. Birds fly away, and if the bird didn't, I'd argue that it really wasn't a bird at all. Instead it was a reprogrammed creature designed to help mankind feel like it really was in control of elements that, in a more realistic perspective, they have no control of at all. But, again, this is just setting up the pins so they can get knocked down, because we get phone calls, phone calls about cancers, phone calls about car wrecks. All bitter reminders that we are one random cellular malfunction or one person's sleeping problem away from realizing our own inablility to control.
I think the liberation comes when you enjoy the ride. I've never surfed but I'm going to draw the simile anyways. K, so, we need to view life like surfing because you can't control the wave, you can only control your toes and enjoy the ride, and always go back out for more. Just except the fact that you might drown and go out anyways. Go back out because that's why you came to the beach.
Back to the bird. Lucifer, adieu, our hope is that you find some hot Robin and move into her nest. And that might just be the hope for us all.
4 years ago