Spoiler: Occasionally in my blog I will post something that is not originally my content. This means quotes or stories or (more likely since I am obsessed) poetry. It will always have a relevance to my life at the moment, but not always how you might think. Today is the poignant work of DH Lawrence: I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself. A small bird will drop frozen dead from a bough Without ever having felt sorry for itself.