Quote and Saying about life
“My mother often asks me why I don’t write about happy things. Why I focus on the pain and broken promises?
Many times I’ve wondered the same. I’ve wondered why most of us talk more about the moments we were broken down than when we were basking in glory. Why the harder parts of our past haunt us where as the good parts seem to fade away slowly?
I’ve asked myself over and over and over again,
Where does the good go?
I think I finally know.
I think the good goes no where but in our own being.
Every good memory, every kind gesture, every sweet word, every happy day, it is all absorbed by us – to make us stronger, more concrete in our morals and sense of direction and existence.
It internalizes, often without us realizing and who we are now is as much because of all the good and the wonderful as much as it is because of the harsh lessons the hard parts of our past taught us.
I finally know where the good goes – me.”