Bound by custom or unique by choice.

Well, you do have all those gray hairs." I point to the few silver strands coming through.
"They're not gray," Mom barks at me as she opens her door. "They're strands of glittery goodness.

In the East, fames are won.
In the west, deeds are done.

The consolation of an imaginary thing is still a real consolation.

.............Sometimes Nothing is Everything..............

The thing about delirium is you think it's great, but it actually isn't.