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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&
Nine TimesI saw him nine times.
The first time we were both sitting in the room together, getting ready to take the math test that would determine our placement. I was scatterbrained and throwing things around, trying to find the pencils that I had known I would need but had still just tossed in my purse. He was lounging backwards in his chair, looking for all the world as though he didn’t have a single care in the world, including the upcoming test. It annoyed me, that I was frantic and ready to scream, while someone else could be that relaxed.
I tested out of the class.
I don’t know if he did.
The second time I saw him, it was a few months after I arrived on campus. He was the one rushing and frantic this time, running across the square. He was probably late for class, though I had no way of knowing for sure. I was already lost in my own thoughts and ideas, deciding on my major and convincing people that yes, this is what I really want to do with my life. If they weren
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