Every Thorn Has Its Rose.

A thorn prick.

The all-too-familiar sensation of Pain.

But what is it, really?

Pain is burying your face in your comforter to muffle your sobs after reading a farewell letter from your closest friend, who walks out of your life for reasons not her own.

Pain is smiling on the outside but crying a thousand tears inside your young heart as a friend whom you had begun to fall in love with breaks the news that he has a girlfriend.

Pain is kneeling beside the still form of your dearest pet, unwilling to say goodbye just yet.

Pain is watching your loved one in physical or emotional distress, but being helpless to do anything.

Pain is sitting tired and disappointed inside your car after losing a deal you had worked so hard on.

Pain is lying on your bed, tears streaming down your cheeks, asking, “Is this what it feels like to really cry?”

Pain is knowing that some things in life will not be changed, no matter how much you may wish it to be so.

Yes, I know what pain is.

It comes in many shapes and sizes and faces. Sometimes expected, sometimes not. Sometimes a dull ache, other times a cutting stab. And always with the power to wring tears from your soul.

But though a strict Master in the School of Life, it is also one of the best ones.

In its class....

I am learning that every thorn will have its rose.

I am learning not to keep waiting for the sun to be out, but also to dance in the rain.

I am learning that just because it hurts doesn’t mean you stop smiling.

And most of all, I am learning that without pain, we would not be able to truly appreciate the joys that come our way.

**A shout-out to her sister, in case She forgets... "Te quiero!"**