There aren't so many things in life to be glad about as there are things to pass by.
Sometimes it is so that we steal the illusion that passing by such things will make us glad.
More gladness can sometimes be found in misery than by passing misery by and losing it all. Eventually we reach into ourselves and embrace the misery as a new sort of gladness. A gladness in that tears don't let us heat so much when we're inside the heat and pressure of the Earth and the fire around us that we're made new. We taste salt on our tongues, and we revel in it.
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