If life is all happy, I might not appreciate the happy times. Now I appreciate the happiness I used to have. They will always be kept in my heart’s precious compartment, where all the precious things are.
Now and then I take them out to feel and look through. A lot of times I cry when seeing them again. Yet I would always go back to them. They remind me how imperfect life is.
Maybe I will bring all these precious with me till the end of my life, never sharing them with anyone.