I carry on I carry the state of California in me I carry my 'hood I carry the struggles of mi raza I carry the burden of mi vida I carry you No matter where I go I took what I could carry
“I have lived through much, and now I think I have found what is needed for happiness. A quiet secluded life in the country, with the possibility of being useful to people to whom it is easy to do good, and who are not accustomed to have it done to them; then work which one hopes may be of some use; then rest, nature, books, music, love for one’s neighbor-such is my idea of happiness.
-Tolstoy
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