The Pleasure in the Pain
Life became so much easier once I learned to feel the pleasure in the pain. I do not speak of the passion of physical pain, which is not pain at all; I speak, rather, of emotional pain.
This is not to say I sought it out, but life is full enough of pain that there is no avoiding it. My life became easier when I no longer numbed myself to the inevitable. I stopped running from it wherever it found me. After time, I didn’t even bother to step out of its way.
I stopped fearing it. What a release to enjoy the beauty in sorrow! To savor the taste of my own tears. To climb down deeper into understanding on the rope of my pain.
Great emotion – both joy and pain – is opening. The heart is rent wide, laid bare without defense. No walls. No ego. Only in this state — without ego — is it possible to connect to the universe.
I learned not to waste that state of grace.