The beauty of pain


Suffering. That one word bring out so many thoughts and motions and ideas and images. Suffering is pain, and everyone holds their own piece of it. Pain, it can’t be measured or weighed. It’s just as heavy for everyone, no matter how bad it seems. You can’t compare suffering because you don’t know what the individual has in conjunction with it. But there is beauty in all this pain. Pain causes poetry, and art, and song, and dance. Pain is a bitter thing, but it draws out the humanity in us. Our understanding and re evaluation of our own personal suffering is what makes us uniquely human.

– writingdilegently


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