Originally Posted by Stung

I like this poem. I view the range of emotions as peaks and valleys. You can't have highs without having lows. The birth of children, sun on your face during a summer vacation, getting a pay raise or praise for a job well done. Those things wouldn't feel as good if everyday was all sprinkles, lollipops and rainbows. You need struggles and angst and sorrow to make joy, glee and excitement feel as good as it does. I'm trying to tell myself that after this alcoholic struggle phase that I'll never take another good day for granted and that I'll even be grateful for the bad days too.