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Throughout your life, you are going to have good days and bad days. My father always says that the bad days are not truly "bad" days, rather "learning" days. And it makes perfect sense. I mean, how many times have you had the perfect day from heaven then say to yourself: "Boy, I surely learned my lesson today". Never. Its almost as to say: one that suffers, learns most. And while its probably the furthest thing from your mind as you're going through it, in the end, this "bad" day has really been a great one. Because you will never have to go through it again, you have learned your lesson and for that, you must be grateful. I have finally learned how to make the lemonade. I have learned to Love the Hate from the haters. I have learned to Love the Lies from the so-called Straight Shooters. I have learned to Love the Disappointment from believing those lies. I Love my Fake Ass Friends. Without them, I probably wouldn't appreciate My Real ones as much. Loyalty is Rare. Karma is an exchange. For every messed up thing someone has done to me, I have nothing but gratitude, for there is now one less thing for me to repay. Its all positive. You Gotta Love it. I do.