How hard life is, and how little we think of it until, again and again, it brings us to the ground, and denying it no longer, We finally accept that this is how it is and how it will always be. Beauty is in moments, not swathes; Love is in hardship, not bliss; Success is fleeting, not constant. When we no longer feel robbed, colours gain depth, and the fireworks become lamps to guide us. When we can no longer own, we give; When we cannot see, we feel. We're turned upside down and the right way up. Our fairytales desert us, and we gain our souls.