SimIply Beautiful.

I've come to think that everything has its own timing, and in that timing there's a reason and 

 meaning. Special moments happen at the time you need them the most, the exact moment your going to appreciate it most. I think that's the same for the bad moments also. The bad moments happen at the time you need to break. When you can't bear to keep it in and your soul just lets go. That moment you break and scatter into a million different pieces. Your dam finally breaks and the water comes rushing out, the water flows freely to where ever it wants. Whenever that happens to me, I stand there and look in aw at how beautiful the water looks glistening in the sun. Or how the moon looks on the slowly stilling water. I think the bad moments in life, the moments that make you explode are some of the most crucial moments. They make you who you are, and show the beautiful moments more clearly. Don't get me wrong, good moments shape you too, but there's just something about the calmness after the storm, that makes all of the storms bearable. A girl once said that something had a lot of spots, and tears but was still simply beautiful. Those bad moments, the tears and brown spots, along with the great moments and all the other moments in between, make our lives just that. Simply beautiful.