If I could live without negatives, life would be fine. No more depression, no more hate, no more wanting to seal myself in a crate. I would have no more debbie downers to push down my pride, and no more worries or hurries making me cry. I could be free from that fear that I’ll always be standing alone here and nothing could hold me back. Yet…with no more negatives, I won’t be thankful for all the good times I have. Without the negatives, how can I fight for the positives? You can’t be thankful for the good times if you’ve never been through the bad. But that negative nagging runs through my brain like a toy train, seeping into the roots of my doubts and fears and drowning them in the tears that I shed. Yes, life without negatives would be fine.