When you weigh a grain of weary sand
From the beach of ignorance
Against all sorrow in the world,
Which shall weigh more?
Sorrow picks not its own victims
But we pick out our own sorrow
We may have love but no life
Life but no love
We may love money and be poor
Does sorrow weigh more than happiness?
Is it such?
That happiness lets us soar among the clouds
Because we weigh so little?
And that sorrow keeps us on the ground
And makes our heads bow under the weight?
Would sand outweigh sorrow?
Would wine outwit the pain?
Happiness sprouts from change
It just so happens that sorrow sprouts from the same mother
Feels the same
Hurts the same
Loves the same
Happiness is sorrow’s sibling
And siblings are always at a constant quarrel
When one brings you up among the clouds,
The other brings you down among the rocks
So do not love happiness because you can soar with the birds
And do not hate sorrow because your face scrapes along the rocks
That one must not look to the heavens
For gold on the ground.
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