There have been times in my
relationship when the pain felt so deep it almost seemed
unbearable. I may have cried for hours, or days, or even
weeks. At times, it seemed the more I cried, the deeper
the pain seemed. I probably wished at times that I had
never been born with the ability to feel pain, or that I
could turn it on or off by willpower, so that I could
feel it only when I was ready.
Yet, if I look at how physical pain
serves me, I can see that without pain, I would likely
die or - at the least - harm myself over and over again.
Touch a hot stove with my hand, and the pain is the only
thing that saves my hand from burning. If I sprained my
ankle, it would cause me so much pain, I'd have to get my
weight off it, and keep my movements to a minimum.
Without the pain, I'd likely damage my ankle beyond
repair, and become a cripple.
Isn't it the same way with my emotional
pain? Maybe it tells me that my heart has "touched a
hot stove" - in other words, that I made a choice
that hurt me emotionally. It could even cripple my
ability to love, if I continued making the same choice.
Just for Today
Today I'll take some time to think
about how my pain is trying to save me from real harm,
and trying to warn me to look closely at my choices. As
with physical pain, the more it hurts, the more aware I
become of the danger I put myself in. That new outlook
can help me avoid repeating choices that would harm me
all over again.
Your pain is the breaking of the shell
that encloses your understanding. - Kahil Gibran
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