Morning Dew

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     You can't know one without the other. They exist in perfect harmony, in perfect balance. Like the planets, they revolve around each other. Their gravitational pull keeps them in an undisturbed and neverending rotation. 

Sunshine-Rain

Happiness-Sadness

Beauty-Ugliness

Rich-Poor

Friend-Enemy

Evil-Good

Hate-Love

    Every morning, Caroline awoke to a brightly lit sky. The sun's ray gently caressed the surface of the earth. The light struck every corner of the globe. To you, this may seem beautiful. A time of never ending sunshine. When the lights reflected off earth as though through a thousand tiny crystals. But Caroline and her people saw nothing beautiful about it at all. They took it for granted. The sunshine was always there. Permanant and bland. So one day, when a water droplet sailed graciously towards the land, Caroline understood why the stories of such beautiful sunshine were never true to her land.Sunshine is only beautiful when matched with rain. 

    Same holds true for happiness. Daniel was very close to his mother. She helped him in moments of need, and whispered advice in his ear when he was lost. From the time when he was a boy, to when he graduated college, she held his hand and guided him. Daniel's happiest moments were in the arms of his mother. As long as his mother was with him, Daniel was blessed with unending happiness.There was no pain, no heartache, and nothing but warmth and happiness until the light left his mother's eyes. After her death, Daniel felt nothing but grief and anguish, as though he was drowning in unending sadness. But the more he thought about this, the more he realized that he could never value his mother as much if she had not gone on. Since her death, their memories were even more precious to Daniel. He remember her even more clearly than he did in her moments of life. How would Daniel ever find the importance of these memories if sadness had not brought them to the forefront, had not underlined them. Through his grief, he understood that it was in fact her death, that brought out the prominence of his love for his mother.

     Pierce was dull and colorless. He will lived in a dull, colorless world, with dull, colorless people, with dull, colorless walls, and dull, colorless floors. The only thing that was not as dull was the sun. At least the sun was bright yellow, glistening like golden drops of water. Pierce walked through his dull, colorless world, and stared down at the dull, colorless pavement. He look down at the road, uninteresting and unimaginative. The flat road, almost so familiar that it was repetitive. A road that goes on for ages, as far as the eyes can see. Like an ocean. But at least the deep blue ocean, colored like millions of tiny sapphires, was beautiful. This road, the road with no end was nothing more than ugly. But at the end of the road, at the very end of this pointless journey, Pierce stooped down to the pavement, and brushed his hand against a beautiful white lily. Innocent and pure it was, but it waved in the gental breeze mysteriously, like it knew a secret Pierce didn't. It was outlined beautifully, a delicate, angelic flower against the rough, gray road. Pierce stroked the flower, then plucked it carefully from it's hiding place, wanting to take a bit of beauty with him. He plucked it and held it up against the only other beautiful thing in his world. The sun. But as he did so, the flower lost it's radiancy. It lost it's allurance and bewitchment. The lily become just another dull, colorless object in Pierce's dull, colorless world. Aghast, Pierce returned the flower to it's outline upon the pavement and as soon as the lily's shadow hit the road, the flower became as elegant as before. That's when Pierce understood. To understand beauty, you must first understand beast.