Stories only begin with a once upon a time

Only once everything that needs be told has happened

Not untill an obstacle has been cleared

Does love begin to take its potency

After the rain and thunderstorms

We rejoice in the sunlight

Isn't it funny how live and evil consist

Of all the same material?

Life has a funny way of finding the ending first

And filling in the details next

But all the details make up the ending

Not until we have suffered will we learn to love

Not until we seen the bad will we learn the good

Not until the ending is present will we find our stories great

Or even worth telling

Because, in the end, we will have the opportunity

To finish all the checklist of not untils

The worst trials makes the best accomplishments

And the best stories