"At some point of death, there must be a beginning of new life. At the end of a story, begins a new chapter."
There is that moment of adulthood where we wish we shrink to little children once again.
There's a point of pain whereby it can either hurt us or make us stronger. Like overworked muscles, it brings only two outcomes; it either causes injuries and tears or builds stronger ligaments. In life where it throws us, despite pain, we stand up in strength to laugh.
It's funny how we cry when we are sad, and how tears can also flow when we are over-joyed.
It's interesting how the person you love can turn out to be the wrong person, while the wrong person loves you.
It's no wonder how the person who owns possessions do not know how to treasure those within their hold, while the one with empty hands are reaching out to catch that very possession. Precious are those who do not own it, taken for granted to those who have within their hold.
How much of irony it seems when you said that you've tried, but realizing it was often not enough.
Fill a glass half empty, someone else calls it half full.
How does the music play in it's silence?
How do humans trust again whilst their faiths been torn apart?
How does night fall and break open to day when the sun comes out?
How does the moon shine at night when it is overshadowed during the day?
How can there be storm, rain, and right after, see a rainbow glowing?
How difficult, but possible it is for us to be strong in our weakest moments.
How possible it is to be in the darkest side but to know you're already breaking through light?
How often do we remember that it is through foolishness, we gain strength.
That it is through failures, we become winners.
That is only when we do not pursue the option of giving up, that's when the prize of being a champion awaits us.
That it is through patience that the best comes.
And yet in the nick of doubt, that's when we have to believe most, cause the best is yet to come.
