Personal Reflection
We like to pretend joy is born from joy, but it rarely works that way. Most of the color in my life came only after I’d been cracked by grief. Tears aren’t just salt and water—they’re proof that something mattered, that love or hope or memory had weight enough to leave a mark. I used to wipe them away quickly, ashamed to be seen undone. Now I wonder if the rainbow only forms because the storm lingers long enough for light to touch it. Joy without sorrow is counterfeit, a rainbow painted on the wall instead of one born from the storm.
Reflective Prompt
How has life reshaped you? Have you been able to see the beauty in pain?
Memoirs of Madness 
Nice reflection, cheers 💗🍀🇧🇷
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thank you
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Love this “Tears aren’t just salt and water—they’re proof that something mattered”
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Someone once asked me: If the whole world was pink, how would you know what pink looked like? Without adversity, joy would go unnoticed and underappreciated.
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so true …thank you
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