Why is it that when something sad and unfortunate happens, we let it linger in our blood and sulk in its depths? We drown in the sadness we created and are lucky if we find enough strength to swim up for just one gasp of air.
But when something great happens, we grab it like a seashell and then throw it back in the ocean in hopes of one with less cracks or bigger size, waiting to see what some other wave can give us. Never holding on to what once made us happy and stuck wondering what we did to deserve such misfortune.
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