My expertise in sadness is hard-earned.
But I realise more and more that it is a gift.
Living with sadness, accepting it, is easier than trying to pretend it isn’t there.
It is another of life’s great mysteries that sadness and joy
   can coexist so compatibly with one another.
In fact, I wonder if, on this side of heaven, either one can be complete without the other. 

From Theo of Golden by Allen Levi

Ecclesiastes 3:1-8
There is a time for everything,
    and a season for every activity under the heavens:
    a time to be born and a time to die,
    a time to plant and a time to uproot,
    a time to kill and a time to heal,
    a time to tear down and a time to build,
    a time to weep and a time to laugh,
    a time to mourn and a time to dance,
    a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them,
    a time to embrace and a time to refrain from embracing,
    a time to search and a time to give up,
    a time to keep and a time to throw away,
    a time to tear and a time to mend,
    a time to be silent and a time to speak,
    a time to love and a time to hate,
    a time for war and a time for peace.