Value what you have.

What does that mean? 

I don’t know. But I see that there are 

Two spirits that rise up in me.

One thinks that something’s lacking

And that we must go out and find it.

The other, and it is by far the quietest,

Says that we have enough.

The first would spend our means

On nets to catch the two birds in the bush

While the last would forsake such dreams

For the one we already have.