The beginning is a dance of pain and fulfillment

The beginning is a dance of pain and fulfillment, isn't it? Real life hurts, but it also fills the soul with light, happiness sneaks in when we have lived and have time to forget, a happiness that comes as a respite, a pause between battles. Happiness, in its simple sense, is just a fleeting holiday, but lifelong happiness is being used by life, being hurt by life, pushed and pushed again by life, being renewed and overwhelmed by the joy of life, fighting for life. In living life, pain is a large and unforgiving part, but in this suffering, we also find hidden beauty, like a flower blooming among thorns, unceasing and brave. Life drives us, overwhelms us, tears us apart and remakes us, and in this struggle, in this dance of light and shadows, we discover true happiness, the one that does not waver, the one that makes us feel alive, makes us feel whole, the one that embraces us with its arms of steel and silk. In the flow of consciousness, life runs like a river of emotions, sometimes calm and gentle, other times tumultuous and untamed, but always carrying us toward an ocean of understanding, where pain and fulfillment intertwine like the waves of the sea. Happiness is not just a refuge from the storm, but also the reason we endure each storm, to feel those moments of pure and clear peace, in which we find ourselves again, whole and undefeated. So, let us be carried by life, let us be wounded, let us be renewed and fulfilled by this journey, for in every pain hides a seed of happiness, and in every struggle, a chance to find our true heart. This is real happiness, not a mere escape, but the joy of being alive, of feeling, of fighting and loving, of living and dying and being reborn again, always, until life itself becomes a song without end.