Tis light makes color visible; at night
Red, green and russet vanish from thy sight.
So too the light by darkness is made known.
All hid things by their contraries are shown.
I always loved this poem by Rumi. I read this poem every time when I need an emotional boost. Indeed without the light of the sun, there is no colour. Without silence there would be no music. Without space there would be no object. If we do not experience grief we cannot know joy.
Remember this, next time you are going through a temporary grief or sad period.
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