There is a legend about a bird that sings only once in its life, and its song is more beautiful than any song in the world. From the moment it leaves the nest, it is looking for a thorn tree, and does not rest until it finds what it wants. Then, it plunged its body into the longest and sharpest thorn, and let loose its voice among the wild branches. In its dying moments, it transcended its own pain, and its song eclipsed both the skylark and the nightingale. This is an extremely beautiful song, and the song ends with death. However, the whole world is still listening, and God is smiling in the sky. Because the best things can only be exchanged for the deepest pain... This is the legend of the Thorn Bird.
This is a passage from "The Thorn Birds". I think maybe we are all thorns, and at the same time we are also thorn birds. While longing for the heat of blood, we pierce the sharp thorns into our chests without hesitation.