A Quote by Pablo Neruda on questions, destiny, and chile
Whom can I ask what I came
to make happen in this world?
Why do I move without wanting to,
why am I not able to sit still?
Why do I go rolling without wheels,
flying without wings or feathers,
and why did I decide to migrate
if my bones live in Chile?
Source: The Book of Questions
Contributed by: Tsuya