The perfections in the imperfections.

I think life is the most beautiful at its least perfect moments. It is during those moments when we finally realize all the good we had/have. It is during those moments when we can truly appreciate every ounce of our ponderous lives. It is during those moments when we swear to ourselves never to take another thing for granted. I never appreciated my lows till now. I would so much rather feel any kind of pain than to monotonously go through my life without some kind of feeling. How else does one grow? These rough patches are what give our lives strength and endurance for the long run. It is the farthest from easy. But there is no better run than this.