I think the hardest part about hurting is that it feels endless; like nothing will ever be right again and that you’ll always resemble a shattered version of yourself. On the flip side, happiness feels temporary, you’re expecting the good times to end. When you’re happy, truly happy, all the pain you’ve ever felt fades into nothing. You’re on top of the world, invincible, strong, it’s as if you could move not only mountains – but galaxies. Maybe this is why we suffer in silence, consumed by the expectation to not be okay. To look forward means ignoring the obstacles. To heal means welcoming happiness into your life before it has arrived. The possibility of getting hurt shouldn’t overshadow your chance to be happy.