Should we be thankful for our sorrows? For our pains? For our shortcomings?
Are we short-sighted in thinking these tragedies are truly tragic?
Is our pain the kind that will drag us to our deaths or the kind that will push us to our depths? Is it a choice?
Will we cave? Or will we triumph?
Will we allow ourselves to be that which we cannot yet envision?
We climb mountains at the whisper of a waterfall unseen. We sail oceans at the rumor of remote lands. But will we persist towards a light not yet lit?
And when we find them, will we allow our beacons to guide us in overcoming the waves and becoming the lighthouse?