Dear ghost,
No. No one knows how to live right. To be the graceful Artemis or lovely Aphrodite. To be the overpowering Zeus or the loyal dark Hades. To be a women or men. To be strong or weak. To be rich or poor. To have a dream or not. No, you don't really know how to live happily.
But these chains, we truly despise. This golden cage is still a cage. As long as you are bound by the burden, the warmth is all but a dream.
It is wings. Those fluttering white clouds that will fly us to all that we love and cherish.
And so, I gather those feather swirling in the wind. I catch them like they are the dandelion I wished upon. To draw a wing out of them. It will be romantic. And that's all that matters.
Yours