These humans are all obsessed with something they call stress. I don’t really understand it. It all seems to involve things they can’t do anything about at the moment, but they keep worrying about it anyway.
I think they just need to fly. It’s really hard to hold onto worries with the wind in your face and having to adjust your wings just so to catch the updrafts. When the sun on your back is warm, and the world is so small, even humans would have to stop worrying for a while.
It’s really too bad that most of them don’t have wings. But I bet if they tried they could find something to take them away from it all. I’m sure that would help.