(Prelude: Ricky just texted this to me and I knew this has to be more than just a text to one person and want to share with everyone.)

Life is just such a real thing. I mean I used to run from my feelings. Try and mask them. Hide from them. There's so many ups and downs in this book of life, sometimes you wonder which is better? I mean, if you didn't have to handle the bad times, how could you ever have a good time? How would you know the difference? Something about facing your feelings. Accepting them, and just embracing them. It's such a surreal feeling. So as much as you hate life, you gotta love it just as much because at the end of the day, what's the difference?

(Postlude: I replied with this: "I have the exact same questions and feelings, but to answer your question I don't know. You can't appreciate the great without the terrible and you can never fully appreciate the great because you know it'll be terrible again.")