I’ve been thinking a lot about pain lately. It’s come up in many conversations and it seems to be a current theme with a lot of people that I care about, but then again, when is it not? It’s fucking everywhere. We all have heartbreaking stories of loss. That seems to be all that pain really is in a sense, a loss of something. People die, get divorced, lose their jobs, cut ties, etc, etc, etc
My philosophy lately has been to face it, accept it, let it all in, let it consume you, but just for a while though. Everyone handles pain differently. I’m quite the extravert so I try and talk it out. If it’s really bad I do tend to go inside my shell. One of my friends laughs nervously when he’s discussing a painful situation. Others obviously cry and some just don’t face it at all. I kind of don’t blame them.
Pain builds character though, if we let it. It causes growth if that’s what we want, but it can also unfortunately define you, if you let it.
As hard as things can get sometimes, I never want to let myself be defined by pain and loss.
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All very true, and this sentiment you wrote. "My philosophy lately has been to face it, accept it, let it all in, let it consume you, but just for a while though." You can't beat that philosophy with a stick made out of dead eagle beaks.
It's not that the pain and loss *define* us, as much as it *shapes* us.
*How* we allow it to shape us is what defines us.
If we can reject the inevitable bitterness, and remember the lesson (whatever it was) that we learned from the pain; carry that lesson with us without recrimination... then the pain * is worth it *.
Well said. Thank you I needed that.
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