The world judges me by the decisions I make, never does it see the options I had to choose from. Good to remember, we never know what path someone had to walk down. Another reason not to judge people so harshly.
I want to think again of dangerous and noble things. I want to be light and frolicsome. I want to be improbable beautiful and afraid of nothing, as though I had wings. (from Starlings in Winter - a poem by Mary Oliver)