It’s like breathing in shards of glass. Smelling straight bleach under your nose. Stepping in gum. It’s like chewing on a rock and feeling all your teeth shatter bit by bit. Feeling your hair being ripped out strand by strand.
Pain can only feed on pain. Pain cannot feed on joy. It finds it quite indigestible.
It’s like feeling your heart being ripped out with a spoon. Feeling your bones being broken, bone by bone. It’s watching an open heart surgery going terrible wrong. It’s that scraping sound of nails drag across a chalkboard that make you grind your teeth. It’s hearing that crunching sound of bones.
To hurt is as human as to breathe.
It’slike watching someone take your hard work and set it on fire. It’s watching the man you love marry the bitchiest girl you know. It’s knowing you failed a test you studied so hard for. It’s getting rejected. Feeling as no one cares.
Pain is a gift. Humanity, without pain, would know neither fear nor pity. Without fear, there could be no humility, and every man would be a monster. The recognition of pain and fear in others gives rise in us to pity, and in our pity is our humanity, our redemption.
It’s the anxiety of waiting in the doctor’s office, waiting for bad news. It’s getting fired from work. Losing a loved one. Being under-appreciated. It’s knowing your best friend, is no longer your best friend.
Pain has a way of clipping our wings and keeping us from being able to fly … and if left unresolved for very long, you can almost forget that you were ever created to fly in the first place.
WM. PAUL YOUNG, The Shack
It’s watching your dog get hit by a bus. It’s like feeling your chest is going to explode. It’s waiting for that flight to leave, when you know you are meant to stay where you are. It’s breaking up with the perfect guy because you know he deserves so much better than what you have to offer….
I miss him everyday. Each day is different. Some days, it’s more. Some days, it’s less. My heart is breaking piece by piece and I swear every time you walk away, you take a bigger chunk with you. Bigger than the last. I have to get out of this town. I have to be away from the memories that you left behind. That we left behind.
One day, I will be able to do what you did. I will be able to move on and be whole again with someone new. Or maybe, I will be able to just be whole with myself again.
I can’t wait for that day.