Pain... and joy.

Pain and joy, each prepare us for the other. They alternate, we know. Just like seasons, seasons of our heart, they come and go. We know, yet we do not prepare. We expect, but remain curious. What if for once... we wonder.  Pain does not make us stronger. It gains strength from us. For every gain, there is a loss, the loss of a part of our soul. It breaks us, but keeps us alive. As in our absence, pain loses existence. In our existence, it lives.

There shall be no "what if for once..." ever.