Source of happiness, source of sorrow, I can grow fast, I can die slow, I can be a joy and a pain as you may already know. What am I?
Sometimes I fly as fast as the speed of light. Sometime I crawl as slow as a snail. Unknown until I am measured but you will certainly miss me when I’m gone. What am I?
He can bring you joy, sorrow, or everything in between. None have seen, smelt or felt him, yet many still know what he is. He has many types, but he is really just one thing. What is he ?
It can cause the greatest happiness or the deepest sorrow. It is a feeling expressed by words. Truthfully told by few, lies from many. Yet one still comes back tomorrow. What is it?
I am almost nonexistent through sorrow, yet am frequent through happiness. I have no contact, yet I am contagious. What am I?
