We feel pain almost all our life. Different kinds of it. Some are superficial wounds but some others leave something in you, like a stroke in a painting. Superficial or not, we learn from them. Always.
We become stronger, wiser..
But this knowledge comes to you when you have experienced pain and have understood its significance. This comes with experience in life.
My first painful experience, the worst of all, happened to me when I was fifteen years old. I've lost the most important person for me. But at that time I saw things, life, with others eyes..
Now, I'm suffering again.
When you lose someone. When that person is not here anymore, though his/her presence will always be with you, is like a piece of your soul has been tore up in thousand of pieces.
I'm like a child who develops her senses again: I see life with other eyes, not my fifteen years old eyes; I listen to the silence that invades everything; I taste my salty tears; I smell the scent of despair in the air; I perceive her presence everywhere I look.
Dealing with pain is a process. And as a process, it has a beginning and an end.
I know that I will be alright and that the sun will come out again. It is just a matter of time.
