I live for the days where frustration captures my body, the days where betrayal seems to inhabit the souls of the people around me, and the days where I feel like the prey of other people's aggravation. Without the worst days of my life, I would not notice the best days of my life. I would not cherish the moments where my happiness soars like the air through a convertible on a sunny day. I would miss the signs that point me to the people who would remove the dagger from my back after I had been stabbed by other so-called friends. I would not notice the underlying causes of others' suffering, nor would I understand their need for an outlet for their anger.

I live for the days where the world hammers me into the ground like a nail, the days where my body physically aches in unbearable agony, and the days where my emotions shatter like the shards of broken glass. Without pain, I could never feel comfort or consolation. I would not understand the excitement of winning a championship after a strenuous skirmish. I would not feel fortunate for the healthy body I have been given or the excellent medical advancements that have resulted from millions of hours of hard work by scientists and doctors. I would not cherish simplicities of life such as the days I have spent driving around in my car with the company of close friends as we sing along to our favorite songs and tune out the world around us.

I live for the days where my biggest mistakes are made, the days where my concentration is limited to my regrets, and the days where disappointment strikes me out of my own game. Without distress, I could not appreciate the lessons I learn along the way. I would not be able to beat my blunders. I would not understand that moving on from my losses will help me to control my future. I would not feel the pride in my heart as I make a difference in the life of another person.

I live for the days where people ignore me, the days where I feel alone, and the days where people abandon me. Without a reality check, I would be staring at a dead flower in a field full of vibrantly blooming blossoms. I would not notice the people who linger on my every word and ask questions about my life out of genuine curiosity and care. I would block out the busiest moments where I am invited to multiple gatherings at once. I would waste my time dishing out my secrets and dreams to the people who would throw them against a wall and watch them fall quickly to the floor.

I live for the days where I am weak, the days where my world collapses around me, and the days where nobody is around to grasp my hand and pull me onto my feet again. Without my darkest hours, I would not realize how strong I truly am. I would not be able to put the pieces back together and make sense of my misfortune. I would not learn how to be independent.

I live for the darkness in my life because without it, there is no light. Comparison is the key to unlocking good from unsuspecting places. We must put up with our most difficult moments in order for peace to creep into our lives and bless us with happiness. Is your glass half empty or half full? Is your life more dark or more light? Only you can decide. Find your light in the midst of all your gloom.