Musa Kabwere posted: " It hurts that it doesn't hurt anymore. This place where pain used to hurt doesn't hurt anymore. This place where the hurt pinched a lot doesn't pinch anymore. And this place where fear used to bask, the sun doesn't rise anymore. It's a new place. And " institcheswords
This place where pain used to hurt doesn't hurt anymore. This place where the hurt pinched a lot doesn't pinch anymore. And this place where fear used to bask, the sun doesn't rise anymore. It's a new place. And sometimes I think I deserve the old place; the hurt, the bleeding, the pain.
I want it back sometimes just to feel alive, jut to feel being the same person I was, just to feel the same things I used to feel. But it doesn't. That place is gone. That place is gone. I'm grieving for that place.
It's funny how I want my hell back. It is unbelievable how I want badly the hurt I used to feel.
I've never known anything intimately than the hell I used to live in.
The hell, the hell everyone goes through. The hell every human taste in their lifetime. When that hell ends, life cease to be what it used to be. And the new life is just a thing without life.
Relief, sudden relief at times kills. And suffering is always bearable; too much suffering, too little suffering; any suffering. And most times there's something to live for in suffering and nothing to live for in bliss.
It's not nihilism as it seems to want pain, to want to live in pain and hurt. It might be, and it might not be. But when the pain is taken away, there's a temporary happiness, a temporary sense of relief which breakdowns almost immediately. That's why after every achievement, someone finds something to work for, another thing to achieve, another mountain to climb, another deep ocean to swim and cross. It's always inevitable.
A human can't bear too much bliss; they can't bear too much suffering and no suffering is much. Even to the point of breaking down, it's always enough and bearable. And they will be there, going for more and more.
The hurt is playful. The pain is playful. The pleasure is playful. What then? The hurt and pain is more playful than pleasure. And even when life takes people to different places in the spectrum of bounty, they are always nostalgic of the days they spent in the bleak places, in the gutters, in the damned and wretched places. And though they may not say it loudly, it's always in the back of their mind.
Pain holds the meaning of life, the thing man chases throughout his existence. The hurt has a wisdom everyone knows about.
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