Do the blind at birth miss the beauty  of a sunset? Do the blind at 60?

Do the deaf at birth miss the incessant chirp of a bird? Is the  thirty year old annoyed to hear it's  wakening sound?

Is it better to have loved and lost,  than never to have loved at all?

Loss of what is precious is subjective.



What others find precious is our  perception.
Coming together in the two observations is magic...

-Deannalynn Arzola