As often as i reread this over and over these past years, it has become evident in my life how true this is…”Pain changes people”. Pain is such a broad word to be so small in letters. Yet each person who sees it, different thoughts comes to mind yet the resignation of pain hits each person the same. Pain changes people, sometimes better sometimes bitter and sometimes stuck in the middle. Both physical and mental pain has made me stronger in many aspects in life. On one hand I’m grateful for it, yet, the other I hate it with much passion. Physical pain causes me to push when I don’t see how i’m pushing but understand clearly why I’m pushing. Often times though I know why I’m pushing past the pain, mentally I don’t want to push because it is days it seemsby unbearable… then those are these days where I know I don’t have a choice but to “p.u.s.h” because pushing keeps me humble, empathetic and understanding. Pushing allows the bitter to become “better”, pushing allows me to see that people tolerate pain at different levels and at times these pains show up in different areas of our lives allowing us to know something is wrong, and other times it sneaks up and manifest itself in fazes the same way thoughts of giving up does, but my pain won’t allow me to quit. This pain is bold but so am I.
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