That sounds very poetic, but I honestly don't think that any of the horrible things that have happened to me have made me enjoy life more.
Honestly I don't think you can sugar-coat negative experiences.
It may be true that I learned various things from the time mom was violently murdered, but I've never once woken up and thought about how glad I am that today isn't as horrible as the day her corpse was discovered in our basement. Nor can I easily believe that the resulting years of depression added anything worthwhile to my enjoyment of life.