I guess I've never really thought about it this way before. It's just a natural thing for me, it's how I'm wired. It's one of the qualities about myself that I'm most grateful for. That I was entrusted with this Gift. There are many kinds of strength.
But what about the ones who do know? The ones who never took a damn thing for granted? Who tried their hardest to hold on, yet could only look on helplessly as they lost the things they loved the most? Isn't it so much worse for them?