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Not Everyone Will Understand Your Journey. That's Okay. You're Here To Live Your Life, Not To Make Everyone Understand.

Once Upon A Time There Was A Bear And A Bee Who Lived In A Wood And Were The Best Of Friends. All Summer Long The Bee Collected Nectar From Morning To Night While The Bear Lay On His Back Basking In The Long Grass. When Winter Came The Bear Realised He Had Nothing To Eat And Thought To Himself 'i Hope That Busy Little Bee Will Share Some Of His Honey With Me.' But The Bee Was Nowhere To Be Found - He Had Died Of A Stress Induced Coronary Disease.

I've Never Really Understood Why People Sleep. Wasting A Third Of Your Life And Becoming Vulnerable For Almost 8 Hours Every Night. Doesn't Seem Very Appealing To Me.

The One Thing You Can Rely On Is If You Get Disturbed Halfway Through A Painting And It Looks A Bit Naff, Then Someone Will Preserve That Piece, Remove It And A Few Months Later It'll Be Paraded Round Sotheby's By People Wearing White Gloves.

You Live In The City And All The Time There Are Signs Telling You What To Do And Billboards Trying To Sell You Something.