"Farewell," he said with a sparkle in his eyes and a smile on his face. "So long," he whispered with tears pouring down his cheecks. It was symbolic, more of a gesture than anything else, but it was something he had to do. Saying goodbye to his past, to his heartache, to his pain, and embracing the future, full of heartache, full of pain. He accepted that this is just the life he was meant to lead. There was no more anger or disappointment, just peace. It may not be what he had hoped for, what he had wished for, but at least it's something. He may not ever become the person he dreams of, but at least he can be the person he is. He may never get his happily ever after, but at least he'll never stop trying...
The most beautiful people in this world are those who have known defeat. Those who know the true meaning of suffering, of loss, of death. Those who know struggle, and have found their way out of the depths. Those who have searched in vain and those who have loved alone. These people have an appreciation, a sensitivity and an understanding of life that fills them with compassion. It gives them gentleness, and a deep and loving concern for the people in their life. They are shaped through the hardships of life, from the gore of flesh and bone ripped from their body and soul. Beautiful people don't just happen, they're made.
