Pain: an essay on a personal savior

 

Pain

 

            My personal savior, besides the obvious Christian savior, would have to be pain. What helps me live is pain. Though it doesn’t seem possible. How can something you can’t see, but can feel, though still is tangible, save you? And something that isn’t always pleasant? But it is to me.

            It saves me due to my thoughts being sure if I really exist or am just in someone else’s mind or am always dreaming. The pain tells me I’m truly alive and lets me live. It gives me purpose by letting me know I am. I live, therefore I need to do something, and a ripple effect can be created and that I am not wasted. The pain lets me be and do what I want.

            I more over need it than want it. Though I let it naturally and accidentally come to me, no self infliction. I wait for the feeling of mental pain or falling and feeling it physically. I am patient for it to come and it only makes me stronger. What doesn’t kill me will either cripple me or make me ever stronger. And when it comes I am always ready in embrace. Pain helps me know I am real, that’s why it saves me from nothingness.