树下一卷诗，一壶酒，一块面包——还有你在我身旁在荒野中歌唱——哦，荒野就是天堂！
A Book of Verses underneath the Bough, A Jug of Wine, a Loaf of Bread—and Thou Beside me singing in the Wilderness— Oh, Wilderness were Paradise enow!
The future isn't written in the stars. There are no guarantees. So claim your adulthood. Be intentional. Get to work. Pick your family. Do the math. Make your own certainty. Don't be defined by what you didn't know or didn't do.
The future of food security lies beneath the waves, if we're wise enough to cultivate it properly.
"The unsaid is often more powerful than the spoken word."
People fall so in love with my pain but they follow me to see me fail.