Sometimes I feel that I do not care enough about the things that really matter and that I put too much weight on things that don't. I am stuck in a roundabout and I'm running out of gas. I think I need to rest these old bones. What you do, what you feel, what you think, along with your sins are not my burden anymore. They are not mine to carry -- the same way that I don't give you a cross to bear.
Talk is cheap. Let's just keep quiet.