There is some kind of a sweet innocence in being human- in not having to be just happy or just sad- in the nature of being able to be both broken and whole, at the same time.

Sometimes, I miss so much the person that I was before the world tore me up in so many places. If only "they" could have just let me stay that way.

We should be sure that in our pursuit of happiness and positivity, we do not lose our ability to experience the other side of life, as well. Feelings of grief and respect for the departed, are honourable thoughts to have and honourable feelings to feel. In seeking happiness, we must not be so afraid of sorrow, that we lose the ability to cope with it properly. There is a healthy way to cope with both sorrow and joy; both need to be looked straight in the face, in the eyes.

Do not bury your sorrows like seeds in a garden; instead, let them cascade onto the soil of the earth the way rain patters on rooftops, flows down bricks, alas to drench grass and flowers. Do not bury your anguish; let it drip like rainclouds; you will miss the sunlight but when blooms finally blossom, you'll understand that the sun cannot grow flowers without her rain.