Being envious and grudging is a bad side of human nature.

Teaching manners.

“My cow is not pretty, but it is pretty to me.” ~David Lynch

When I was a little kid I had nightmares about marshes. I grew up in a river delta, full of marshes, so I had more nightmares about it than usual.

The terror of those nights when you go to bed and try to fall asleep knowing that life has changed for you forever. It’s inevitable.

The watched cheese never grills.

Isn’t it funny that when you finally reach out to your dreams you become quite gloomy? Is it because you’re dissatisfied with your fortune, or is it because you’re dissatisfied with yourself?