Night breeds its own sort of anticipation.
Grief heals ... unshed tears fester like a canker in the soul.
Love is hard, harder than steel and thrice as cruel. It is inexorable as the tides, and life and death alike follow in its wake.
Surely if we knew what bitterness fate held in store, we would shrink back in fear and let the cup of life pass us by untasted.
All knowledge is worth having
We are meant to taste of life ... and drink the cup of it to the dregs, bitter and sweet alike.