Sometimes the lowest and darkest moments of our lives are the best moments to reckon, because they humbled us, squashed us, and forced us to go beyond our limits, not only to hope, but to be creative in finding value and meaning even in unbearable pain, loss, illness, or rejection. — Danny Castillones Sillada, an existentialist and surrealist painter
Failure and success have always both a dramatic turn. But unlike failure, which, most often, timorously withdraws by taking a U-turn, success fearlessly takes a head-on collision with failure upon failures until it clears its path along the way.
Death is not a tragedy, but the unbearable pain of losing someone is. Madness is not a tragedy, but the malicious thought of the sound mind is. The desolate life of a broken man is a tragedy. The barren earth, which used to teem with green vegetation, is a tragedy. But what is a tragedy if there’s no beauty can sprout from it. Even the moon, despite its lifeless cratered darkness, emits luminous beauty at night. You see, the transcendent beauty in the human soul, in art or poetry—amid its unambiguous allure—is born out of tragedy. (Danny Castillones Sillada, The Sublime Beauty in Tragedy)