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Pain is the University of Life

Pain dutifully reminds me that the world is terribly imperfect, but it faithfully helps me appreciate the world on those days when it__ a little closer to being perfect.

I must be ever so careful to remember that my pain is a precious salve that when used in the service of others can heal a thousand wounds and more. And I must likewise remember that if I do not use it as such, I have done nothing more than wound myself yet again.

For a long time I spent my weary days in a fog of what might be and what has been and I guess you could say im still learning how to accept what is.

Pain is nothing but growth waiting for us to give it permission to grow us up.

Yes, silence is painful, but if you endure it, you will hear the cadence of the entire universe.

Nothing cuts a neural route faster through the brain then a pinch of pain. Periods of unhappiness penetrate and scar the brain. Experiencing intense periods of unpleasantness incites us to grow. If we can bunt the destructive forces of extreme pain and embrace its forceful impact for its educational value, experiencing profound pain causes us to appreciate the pleasure of simply living in the moment, enjoying each blade of grass in nature__ glorious bouts of beauty.

Reality is Like Mother NatureSometimes BeautifulSometimes Painful Sometimes Memorable Sometimes ForgetfulSometimes CaringSometimes HarshBut we all Accept it Because its the Same For EVERYONE!

The 2ams have held my hopes all these years as I calm my nerves down for there would only be three more hours for the world to wake up to my screams and wails of excruciating pain.Probably the drug store would open if I wait for three more hours then.8am and the doc would prescribe me a few medicines over whatsapp.I would make three cups of tea by then. I would quiet my mouth as it would bite on my arm.By twelve I would finally be relieved as the meds would work.But it's only midnight now... wish you another goodnight's sleep....

For love to eliminate pain is to waste it, for it is love alone that possesses sufficient force to bend pain against everything that would break us.

I have finally come to realize that it__ being forced to be honest with myself that__ made my pain painful all along.

Maybe that's what writers do-Maybe they exaggerate pain just so that you feel okay about what you're feeling.

Sometimes a broken heart can mend something else's brokenness

We live in a world of shadow and light, pain and joy. We spend our entire lives investigating the many possible patterns of human experience including interactions between humankind and nature and with one another. We must learn from our chronicles and assist future generations by living a fully engaged life attempting to ascertain how to live in an authentic and joyous manner.

Undoubtedly, failure is growth in pain__ disguise.

We cannot achieve personal enlightenment _ a clarification of our souls _ until we cease deluding ourselves. We must accept that life includes witnessing and personally experiencing pain.

It is ultimately the ebony of our pain, our blackest monuments, which lead us to seek an enlightened way of living. We are unable to hear the voice leading to our own salvation until we fall into the depths of an abbess manufactured by living a heedless life. From this state of floundering in the gloomy lagoon, we can awaken to find the light bearing the seeds of truth that will redeem us. Looking inward, we overcome stubborn resistance, and we revivify long lost and forgotten powers. The experience of soul-searching perspicacity transfigures us. We might even feel as if we died a spiritual death and then we were reborn. From our dark pit, a shaft of light emerges.

Failure is information encased in a shell of pain.