Throughout my life my emotions have been my driven force, seldom have I thought before I’ve leapt. I have felt the passion of love and, fleetingly, the opposing one of hatred. I have shared in others grief and sat alone in my own. I have briefly touched those heights of acclaim and tasted the disdain ascribed to me as envy turned to derision. Would I change? you may ask. Would I want another chance at this life, perhaps avoiding the laughter and pointed fingers? Then no would be my answer. Is it not those times when we have to pick ourselves up, that make us into what we are?
If you have never been sad you can never be glad; just a thought.