Without the lofty ambitions of a swan, why chase fame and fortune? Let the books I write and the sword in my hand protect those around me and keep them safe and happy.
My books have yet to achieve greatness, and my swordsmanship is far from mastery. I roam the world freely, asking only for a little joy.
I lodge in village homes, wander the city streets, and sleep drunk beneath the open sky, asking only to follow my heart.
Hardship comes from the ways of the world, affection is human nature, regret is part of life, and joy comes from within.
