Tuesday, 8 December 2015

NOTE TO SELF

NOTE TO SELF

It definitely doesn't look like it now, but it will end in praise. The glory of this latter house shall be greater than the former.

If there were no uglies, beauties would not be noticed,
If there were no sicknesses, health wouldn't be appreciated,
If there were no down times, the great times wouldn't mean anything,
If there were no poor, the rich wouldn't feel privileged,
If there were no sadness, happiness wouldn't exist,
Just like if there were no darkness, light would seem too normal and have no value.

Gold goes through the fire, that beautiful pottery was once just mud, those magnificent architectural edifices were once sketches, that tall tree was once a tiny seed, that river or ocean was once a puddle...

Everything takes a process, just some longer than others. But the finished product speaks...

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