The blue gum has met the black-winged cuckoo; the green magpie, too, should learn to let go.
Everyone who appears during your lowest moments is a form of salvation.
Where can the blue gum find the black-winged cuckoo? Not a blade of grass grows on this small patch of earth. The blue gum will never meet the black-winged cuckoo again. Nothing will ever be the same again. And neither will you.
Even breaking down means worrying about the consequences. Is that maturity, or simply being powerless? Sometimes people cry not because they're weak, but because they've been strong for too long, until suddenly, in a single moment, they fall apart.
True clarity comes from what you realize when you're at your lowest. Those days when no one was there to help you are what truly make you grow up.
How much sensible self-control must I muster to suppress the resentment and sorrow in my heart?
Get through this, and you'll become the light.
