If you have also trudged in the darkness, struggled with guilt, and been confused after loss - I want to tell you:
Real life is never perfect, but it's worth it.
Because only real pain can breed real healing; only real loss can define real possession; only real vulnerability can set off real bravery.
May everyone in the darkness find their own "morning light".
Even if it's weak, even if it's short-lived.
But as long as you hold the other hand, the light will continue.
