I’m not sure which I prefer.
This is not a call to self-harm or to wallow in self-pity.
By Pain I mean the logical emotional reaction to violently disturbing things. Emotional, as opposed to physical.
Physical pain is a warning sign.
Mental pain is an imprint, a scar, a lesson.
I don’t remember most of the times I was elated, exhilarated.
I remember when I was tormented.
I can’t say I treasure those memories in a traditional sense.
But they usually remind me of the loss of something I loved, in myself or outside myself.
And thereby they act as living testaments to things that brought me happiness.
And if you can’t remember why you were happy, and why it hurts so much that you’re not anymore…
Were you ever truly happy?
-Puppy