Pain

"Don't think you can frighten me by telling me that I am alone. France is alone, God is alone. And the loneliness of God is His strength"-- George Bernard Shaw

Have you been in pain? If you knew what pain really is, you will probably be brave enough to be alone. For people can be mean sometimes. Even the kindest and the fairest of all. Consequently, it is better to be alone than being in pain.

The real pain makes you forget everything. Even on how to breathe. The only thing you are aware of is pain itself. All you can think of is how to get away from it. When nothing helps, wouldn't death be the only door?

The thought that one who has been destructed can no longer be hurt is futile, nothing but empty words on clouds. Wouldn't one be more sensitive to pain? Our brain memorizes the whole processes that our body going through. Even when the illness ended, sometimes, the memory of the pain remains.

And to be addicted to pain is beyond the pain. It is a split-second feeling of joy that comes at the end of one's last strength, that one would soon be dead and to realize one is still alive right after. As to myself, the conception of jouissance found its relevance only by far. For one wouldn't be able to realize any amount of pain the body and mind can bear when it is already dead.