Sometimes it takes losing our sight, for us to see clearly.
Sometimes it takes the smell of the gutters, to appreciate the sweet scent of a rose.
Sometimes it takes going deaf, for us to appreciate the sound of music.
And sometimes it takes feeling out of touch, for us to remember what it is to feel.
Maybe we need to lose ourselves, so we can find our way home.
Maybe we need to forget who we are, so as to remember who we can be.
Maybe we need to reach hopelesness, to find the beauty in all things.
Maybe then we will find that what we thought we had lost, has been with us all along.
