Change is no loss, Will. Not always.
To want more was not just childish, but cowardly, and somehow constpatory too. Death was change; it led to new chances, new vacancies, new niches and opportunities; it was not all loss.
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What I need is the dandelion in the spring. The bright yellow that means rebirth instead of destruction. The promise that life can go on, no matter how bad our losses. That it can be good again.
A world without pain, loss, betrayal, hate, death, loneliness? Impossible!
And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.
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Let us be grateful to the people who make us happy; they are the charming gardeners who make our souls blossom.