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"Just living is not enough", said the butterfly, "one must have sunshine, freedom, and a little flower."
— Hans Christian Andersen.



Running in circles.





The older you get, the stronger the wind gets
- and it's always in your face.

— Pablo Picasso.




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Und Ich frage mich, wie du nachts schläfst.




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The ducks were getting blown away
in the river by the wind.
It was fascinating
as they weren't even struggling
or trying to swim against the current.
They flapped their wings really hard
when they tried to swim ashore,
but they never kept their head below the water;
they weren't anything like the swans.
Eventually, they let themselves get pushed
to a corner they perceived as a place
of comfort and safety,
and they remained at that place
for a long time.

One duck stayed afloat in the middle,
kicking its webbed feet
as it glided gently
along the agonising currents.
It brought elegance
amidst the tormenting winds
and carried on swimming forward
despite some of its peers moving ahead
with their strong pair of wings
it envied so much.

The Sun came back—
shining at full force from above
at the opportunity of an opening in the clouds—
and the rest of the swans returned
to dominate the waves
with their beauty.

The duck became a backdrop to the scene
as the attention shifted onto the swans—
it began to disappear in the background
and looked just like the rest of the ducks
who were just regular ducks;
who weren't as brave
as it was during the cold moment
it chose to persevere in.




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The distance we would go
to chase our dreams
that we fabricate
from our knowledge of reality
and our perception of truth.
At the end of the day,
it wouldn't matter
when you can't tell anyone
and you want to run,
but you can't hide.
That light at the end of the tunnel—
we won't know what it is,
you won't be able to guess what it is,
you won't be able to anticipate it,
you won't be prepared for it,
until it hits you.




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Pop! goes the comfort bubble.
Now drown in the bathtub.
Wubbu lubba dub dub.
Sinking or swimming —
which is your choice?
Rubber ducky can't talk,
but it could save you.
It's a quack after all.




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M.

Now look what you've done.
Give you my word as you take it and run.
Wish you'd let me stay, I'm ready now.


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