Life is a bruiser; exacts its price for living.
The young girl falls and hurts her knee,
gets up in tears, yet floats away on lightest feet – all pain so readily forgotten.
Forgetfulness of hurt gets harder as we age; petrification of the self sneaks up on us unnoticed.
The broken heart, the friendship lost, ambition unfulfilled, stay with us as mementos vitae.
Poor Nietzsche had a lot to say on pain and personality:
what does not break you makes you stronger; full natures will recuperate and brush aside.
This may be so, although the issue is, in truth, what strength should serve?
Eliminating pain is not the only aim and worship of the frightful scars should not be entertained.
Becoming strong enough to not be strong, to that we must aspire!
To smell the rain worm’s summer paradise you need the nose’s softest flesh!