That thing we'd been searching for: nameless, faceless, shapeless as quicksilver -- it never existed. It was a mirage. We were chasing a ghost and we knew it. There was no destination, just the journey; just the moment. It was all about the kick of the ride. You stomp on that damn accelerator and hold on for dear life. All you can ever hope for is one wild, drunken, kick-ass, mother-humper-of-a-ride. And it was.
A bird that loses its nest in a forest fire does not sit and cry; it starts searching for twigs immediately to make her new nest! When life ruins your order, you too act like this bird, don't cry, start working instantly for a new order!
You climb from the misty valley to the top to see the sun; this time the top is covered with fog; you go back to the valley to see the sun! That's life! Wisdom is to anticipate the moves of life in advance and thus not to run around like crazy!
It is said that we must take the time to stop and smell the roses. What they don't tell you, is that YOU are the rose that you need to stop for the most. You are the rose that you must stop and love the most, you are that flower.