I live and get hurt and I learn, I live and get hurt and I learn, I live and get hurt and I learn, I live and get hurt and I learn. You learn to love to hate. We hate to learn to love. You learn to love to hate. We hate to learn to love.

Was it before that I loved?

Was it before that I learned?

Or was it the lesson that I hate.

She’s taught me to learn, and she’s taught me to live, but what is it that I hated of this lesson. She loves me now and teaches me later, the lesson is what hurts but what life would be without it. First it’s that then later it’s this. There’s more to come. This life to live.

Do we live to learn?

Do we live to love?

Painful lessons

Reasons to live