Why is it that when somebody dies he or she becomes the best person on the planet?
Why after a love is gone, we realise after a while, that he/she was the “love of our life”?
Why do we have to face loss, in order to find the good aspects of people, places and things?
And you can apply that to practically everything with the exception of abusive people and bad situations. But even in those cases I have seen people who, when an abusive person who made their life a real hell, dies. They begin to find the “good” in them. Sometimes an excess of dependency? An addiction to old beliefs? Whatever… Continue reading