"Nobody wants to admit this, but bad things will keep on happening. Maybe that's because it's all a chain, and a long time ago someone did the first bad thing, and that led someone else to do another bad thing, and so on.
But then again, maybe bad things happen because it's the only way we can keep remembering what good is supposed to look like."
- Quote from Jodi Picoult's Nineteen Minutes, which I'm currently engrossed in.
Sometimes I like to think that good things will one day come out of bad things, even if the bad thing seems so awful at that moment that you can't find anything worse than it. I think if our lives were perfect and happy and bad things never happened, we wouldn't know the true meaning of joy or love; we wouldn't learn to treasure the good things in life because we wouldn't know any better. So in a sense, bad things are what make good things so good. Otherwise, good things would just be normal things, and there wouldn't be any bad or good. Make sense?
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