I may not know it back then, but now I realize that my sadness has something to teach me—the greatest lessons that I have learned in my life. Without all those darkest times that I had undergone, I might not know how to fully appreciate the brightest of days; without the despondency, I might not treasure even the smallest flicker of hope that I see and still have in me. I would surely find it hard to distinguish happiness from its opposite; worst, I might have created a home inside loneliness' premises, clueless that it isn't paradise at all—it's all quiet in there, but will never be peaceful at all.



















