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Why Pain Why do humans love to hurt themselves?
Is it because pain is so familiar that they don't want to think of something else instead?
Even if they have nothing to be sad about, they will create sadness in their mind.
The poor is sad about being rich, the rich is sad about not really having nothing, no human is fully satisfied; wanting to feel the pain and to cry and to cry and to keep hurting inside.
Why do humans love to hurt themselves?
Is it because pain is such an easy emotion to get by?
Even if there was nothing happening, they create sadness all around.
The beautiful is sad about how many are not looking at her, and the less pretty is wondering why can't she be of attention?
Why do you humans love to be in pain?
It's just that a little amount of pain is able to wash your thoughts away.
It's because you can control those thoughts, and that pain.
You can feel better because "poor you, you're just a victim of ----"
You feel better because you are controlling th
People and heartsIn your life, you pass among a lot of people.
Crowds and crowds.
Some of them head to your heart directly. You call those friends.
Those same people who manage to go behind your ribcage and find your heart.
Another type of people, are the people who go right to your brain. You call those companions. Because they went right through your skull seeking improvement or information.
A third type, those who want to go into every part. Those who want to dig deep in your cells.
That kind of people who want to be circulating into everything with your blood stream – eventually your heart.
That kind of people, the rare one, knows that your heart is too sealed. That it needs a key.
But for some reason you broke the key long long time ago.
They wanted another way in.
They’re smart. And they are really trying.
They go into your bones, into your nerves, into your spine.
They become your blood cells.
Even when you breathe they know it.
When you cry, they can tell.
And they go straight into
Death in an author's eyesWhen an author writes about death and you ask him “why did you kill this character?”, he will usually answer you with something like “it was to make the story more realistic”, “it is because I want the readers to feel this pain of losing someone”, “it is because his death was needed in the plot”, this and that, reasons and motives, but you always just find that there is a plan that lies behind the death of this fictional character.
And it pains you; that even these characters that you barely knew for weeks or months between the fade pages died, giving you this ache in your heart.
A faint voice in your mind speaks: “Why couldn’t I have picked a happily-ever-after story?”
You remember after a while though, that the author did that for a purpose. He had a plot, and he was aiming towards something.
God is always aiming towards something, trying to push you forward to the future that could only be accomplished by this person&
Genghis Whenever we were bad my mother used to take us to the mall to see Genghis Kahn. They kept him in a dusty diorama of a Mongolian steppe, all tall grass and yurts. He sat on a throne of bone (well, plastic shaped like bone), scowling in incomprehension at the American kids who flocked around him like startled lemmings. My mother would usually push us toward him, saying things like “Tell him what you did to your father’s stamp collection.” Genghis would give a grunt, spit a wad of phlegm onto the tall grass, and give us a wizened, wrinkled grimace, as if he had to go to the bathroom.
He terrified me.
My brother couldn’t get enough of him.
When my brother got caught in my mother’s evening dress, my mother grabbed us both and dragged us to Genghis. It was a slow day, and we were the only kids crowding him. “Tell him what you did,” my mother hissed a
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