only miss the sun when it starts to snow
only know you love her when you let her go
only know you've been high when you're feeling low
only hate the road when you're missing home
so goes the song playing softly in the background. it must be such a hard way to live your life, i ponder wistfully. never knowing the value of something and never appreciating it until it is gone. not that i am someone who knows myself in and out, left and right, through and through.
but to never being able to know the value of something until you no longer have it, happiness seem forever out of reach. i know someone who says he is not sad, but neither is he happy. perhaps it is because he is not sad that he doesn't know that he is already happy. without one, he is unable to acknowledge the other. is that how others are also living their life?
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