The Fact Of Life - Poem by Sierra Staten
The fact of life is, we won't be happy all the time.
More than half the time we will be stressed.
But that shouldn't stop us from going outside;
From getting up after being pushed down.
Without the storm we would have nothing.
We would feel nothing.
Happiness wouldn't exist, and we'd have no purpose to live.
The fact of life is, without the bad times, we'd have no good times.
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