Can you see the reflection of the lights at dusk, the beauty and magic of the moment?

Can you feel the chilly breeze?

Can you see the whiteness of the snow and the purity of the scene ?

Can you hear the secrets of the ocean?

Can you feel the laughter and joy of a toddler?

But…

Don’t you hear the scary silence of the night after…

Don’t you feel the coldness of the homeless bodies…

Don’t you see the dirt hidden underneath…

Don’t you hear the dying drowning screaming voices in the ocean…

Don’t you see the mourning and loss in the world…

There are two faces for everything, you can’t take one face of the coin, you can’t choose one side of the story.

With every beginning there’s an end.

With every death there is a rebirth.

Rainbows appear in the harshest storms.

There are no eternal sunshines.

There is no eternal suffer.

It’s not always easy.

It’s not always harsh.

It’s not always the beginning of a story, some ends need to be written for new beginnings to take place.