I have to remind myself that some birds aren't meant to be caged. Their feathers are just too bright. And when they fly away, the part of you that knows it was a sin to lock them up DOES rejoice. Still, the place you live in is that much more drab and empty that they're gone. I guess I just miss my friend.

You do what you are...YouÂ’re born with a gift. If not that, then you get good at something along the way. And what youÂ’re good at. you donÂ’t take for granted.

Ernest Hemingway once wrote, 'The world is a fine place and worth fighting for.' I agree with the second part.