“I felt my lungs inflate with the onrush of scenery
—air, mountains, trees, people.
 I thought, 
"This is what it is to be happy.” 

― Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

-Let's say, since you were little 
and you always dreamed of someday getting a lion, 
and you wait, you wait and wait 
and the lion doesn't come. 
Then along it comes a giraffe. 
You can be alone 
or you can be with the giraffe. 
-I'd wait for the lion. 
-That's why I worry about you.