How do you define yourself?
By your successes or what you see as your failures?
Personally, I’ve learned more about myself and how I need to live my life from my bad days than my good ones.
#92: Your Pain.
Adversity tests us. It challenges us. It forces us to examine and (hopefully) accept who we really are. Would you even recognize pleasure if pain didn’t exist?
A childhood assault and a less than idyllic upbringing, to say the least, could’ve turned me into a monster myself; statistics show that children who are abused will turn into abusers themselves. Luckily, I grew up to respect – and fear – women and my views on sex are completely normal and not twisted at all. And yes, there’s a joke in there somewhere but I’m not feeling it, so help yourself.
Sure, prolonged pain, especially physical agony, is a heavy burden to live with and often ends in suicide, and I’m not passing judgement on anyone who feels deaths is preferable to a life of unending pain.
But what if mortal death isn’t the end?
If there is a Hell then suicide just opens the door to an eternity of suffering, assuming one believes in such things, that is. You can’t rid yourself of your pain if you’re dead but while you’re still alive there will always be a chance to you can rise above.
Where there’s life there’s hope for a tomorrow free of whatever pain is weighing you down and pushing you to the edge.
See you in the lobby, friends…