Is it normal to have gone through bad times but love life so much?
I've had my fair share of bad experiences, not that they are "so much worse" than anyone else's or that I care about comparing them. It's not a contest with a winner, but I grew up in a slum with only my sister, my parents died when I was very young and I had to do some awful things to provide for my sister.
The thing is, I really REALLY love life, and living! I love people so much, I know there are bad ones but I think even they have some good in them. I believe everyone does, and I think it's one of the most magical and wonderful things ever.
Is it normal for someone to come from a kind of rough background and love so many things about people and life? Or am I just delusional and too much of an idealist that can't see reality?