life gets easier when you **** things you don't need slaughter them mercilessly you'll discover what really matters to you when push comes to shove and God gives you a gun. you'll appreciate the little things when the things that me little to you are flung from a height to raging waters where they'll be beaten and battered against unforgiving stone cries falling on deaf ears life becomes more meaningful when you define your borders and prune the morals you live by the standards you accept the societal rules you adhere to.
oldie I found in my copy of Emily Bronte's Wuthering Heights