The sweetness of happiness is not experienced except after suffering, for one does not truly cherish a cold sip of water except when the throat is parched, on a hot summer's day in a desert and the lips quiver at the mere thought of a drop. One does not truly appreciate basking in the sunlight on a warm spring afternoon except after being deprived of light, locked away in a windowless room with walls painted with gloom. The mere thought…
