LOVE

Every morning Papa Bird sings to the world

Every morning he flits down from his roost

Every morning he scrabbles onto the branch

Gingerly poised with a battered morsel in his beak

Hovering over the tiny nest that holds his world.

Me, I pitied Papa Bird

Far away from the big light and noise

With naught an accolade to remember by

But in the winter of life

His has been the last laugh.

https://youtu.be/14Kp57wExq8

INKTOBER 9: NEST/"LOVE"

MUSIC: Winter, Vivaldi

VIDEO: "Blinded By The Light", 2019, Chadha & Manzoor - segment involving "The Promised Land" by Bruce Springsteen and the E Street Band

Half of me is a rolling stone, half of me is fond of moss. Purpose isn't tangible, it's what you define it as - Buddhist philosophy finds suffering in both sadness and pleasure, material goals are a terrible means to find purpose. Happiness isn't supposed to mean permanent success (though one or two successes would be nice!). The question is, is my Happiness found in solitude and experiencing the world and doing what I love, or is it found in more humble existences with friends and family?