Strange

It's strange how many moments you have to live through before you reach the moments you live for.
It's strange how much you doubt before that blessed moment when you've never been surer.
It's strange how much pain you have to sow before you can stand, smiling up at the sun.
It's strange how many questions you've to face before you can face the answer.
It's strange how the silver moon is always clouded over before she reveals herself.