And a sunset couldn't save me now...

"For millions of years flowers have been producing thorns. For millions of years sheep have been eating them all the same. And it's not serious, trying to understand why flowers go though such trouble to produce thorns that are good for nothing? It's not important, the war between the sheep and the flowers?... Suppose I happen to know a unique flower, one that exists nowhere in the world except on my planet one that a little sheep can wipe out in a single bite one morning, just like that without realizing what he's doing - that isn't important? If someone loves a flower of which just one example exists among all the millions and millions of stars, that's enough o make him happy when he looks at the stars. He tells himself, 'My flower's up there somewhere...' But if the sheep eats the flower, then for him it's as if, suddenly, all the starts went out. And that isn't important?"


- The little Prince, Antoine de Saint-Exupery.


The Little Prince is one of my all time comfort books, and i've been feeling like a read though lately. I'm just in one of those moods where it feels like i'm stuck, nothing is ever going to change, and i'll just have to deal with it. I know that's not true, and someday, something is going to change (hopefully sooner rather then later), but for now, i'm all very depressing.


Doesn't help that i've been sick for the past four days. Although to be fair, I can't really blame this feeling on being sick either.