A normal person sees a chick tallying the days in the egg, much as a person might tally the days they are in prison. I, however, wonder how the hell the Silence got inside an egg. - Why would a chick tally the days? Silence is the only answer!
You can choose to live your life with the joy of the front row or solemness of the third row. The choice is yours. That's me in the front row with my joy. Those are my coworkers in the third row. Every day is a struggle to keep them from killing my joy.