Oh world, oh world, what storm passes o’er to make you forget the blessings in store? Precious man, turn your eyes to appreciate love, truth, and hope. Tis a storm that strengthens thee. For stormclouds do come but what say of you then, will your harvest forsake so that kites you might send? Certainly not for the wise man knows that in order to win you must fight, in order to achieve you must climb, to reap in gladness you must sow in tears. How shall you know day without night, dull without bright?
~Alexandra'e&Lauren
