The fact of life is, we won't be happy all the time.
More than half the time we will be stressed.
Sad.
Angry.
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.
good time is always with us, but alas, we failed to trace. good write. I invite you to read my poems and comment.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Happiness wouldn't exist, and we'd have no purpose to live... i agree with you.