If all my children die in the womb, am I still willing to bear them?
If they die in my arms, am I willing to still conceive?
If my lover dies on my honeymoon, am I still willing to marry?
If he dies the day after I knew I loved him, am I still willing to love?
If my foot is cut off tomorrow, am I sorry I ever had one?
If I lose it when I am twenty, do I wish I had never run?
The pain in one moment can never negate the joy preceding it, nor will it take away the joy that is coming.