It goes that for there to be appreciation of peace, there must be war.
For there to be appreciation of justice, there must be injustice.
For there to be appreciation of happiness, there must be suffering.
For there to be appreciation of hope, there must be despair and hopelessness.
However, must we subscribe to such a skewed school of thought?
That the good is defined better by the bad?
Knowledge is best defined by ignorance?
Plenty is defined better by lack of?
Self control is defined by recklessness?
Day is best defined by darkness?
And righteousness is best defined by being evil?
This is, sadly, what makes life what it is.
If you are experiencing one aspect of life continually,
Then you are resisting the natural flow of movement towards the other.
That's life!
For some, they are experiencing unchanging inconsistencies...
It's the flavor for life...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem