When the haze of life envelops your footsteps, when the mist of confusion covers the road ahead, there is no need to huddle up and dare not breathe - listen, the wind is rushing towards you through the streets and across the mountains and seas. It may carry the coolness of the morning, or the magnanimity of the wilderness, but it always contains gentle power: it will blow away the wrinkles between your eyebrows, hold up your drooped shoulders, and push you out of the wall that traps you.
