The Philosophy of Pain
Pain has nothing to do with hope, and nothing to do with children.
Pain is like handwriting the unique script of the soul. It is our fingerprint, the signature of our existence. Everyone’s pain is the philosophy of their own being.
Those who have followed my words may recall that I have spoken of “pain” before. Yet, I felt compelled to return to it perhaps to retrieve the words I once left unsaid. There is no question here, no motive. Only a kind of inner knowledge knowledge of pain, and through pain.
This pain is not an illness. It is not physical.
The damn pain is the soul itself dependent, restless, and real.
It is a question without an answer, running through the entire body.
It is patience and fear, loss and longing, anxiety and confusion in the desert.
It is sitting in the dark, wrestling with superstition, with wickedness.
It is sadness that has no witness, depression that refuses a cure.
Pain is the closed mouth of the soul. Pain is torture. It is war.
It is the shapeless, cruel force that rules over reason and logic.
I can recognize every person in pain and I do not move away from them.
Do you know why?
Because I am in pain myself.
To set goals for someone who is in pain is an act of unconscious cruelty.
How can you tell the wounded to run? How can you tell the burning to breathe?
The soulless machinery of modern life demands productivity even from those who can barely stand. It fills the empty spaces of the mind with artificial motivation while those in pain, patient as Noah, swallow their suffering silently.
But within pain, there is honor. Within suffering, there is honesty the last rope keeping one from falling off the mountain.
A person who suffers does not merely endure pain he belongs to it.
You may find this text absurd or overly emotional. But perhaps it can open a window into a truth:
Modern social education is incompatible with the natural rhythm of the mind.
True harmony with the brain requires subtle, patient guidance something modernity no longer understands.
Guiding a mind in pain is like walking a tightrope.
It is guidance not toward perfection, but toward continuation toward life itself.
And while tightrope walkers are told never to look down, those in pain must look down not in fear, but in remembrance. To see what they have fallen for, and why.
It is in the nature of the suffering to look not at the triumphant, but at the broken, the defeated, the abandoned because they recognize themselves there.
And perhaps the most sacred truth of all:
Do not let the world educate your soul.
My friend, continue as you have always done in your own way.
Do not surrender your beautiful, unique mind to the ready-made solutions of the modern world.
Keep going my dear !
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