What sense can I make of all the pain, all that I would rather keep buried? Yet if I am to think of the miracles I have experienced, I must touch upon where I got these scars, how I escaped from the pit, not unscathed, but nonetheless, with my soul. I once thought all creation was made of pain, that all sensation were based on that one material. It got better. Oh, what lessons I learned in my suffering, what I could only ascertain the hard way, what stretching of the soul can only be reached in hardship. Truly, many things we learn about how base is a human being’s greed and groveling, but too, what light one can reach in the best of his spirit. And when one rises above, it is right that there is far to fall if one were to fail in his grip. But we do not try to live with nothing to lose; happiness comes with risk, when one has much to lose, when one has invested much in caring.
