The pain is a way of keeping alive to what life really is.
I can make pain mean anything I choose.
Pain is not always temporary. But there is choice involved.
Full self-expression in life includes the sadness, pain, and anger.
Pain has a reason and purpose. But it is still created.
I seem to be so much better at creating difficulties, frustration and pain than happiness, miracles and joy. I need practice.
My pain is not the same as your pain.
One person’s joy is another person’s pain. Who am I to judge what makes someone else happy?
I can make painful experiences mean whatever I want. Good or bad. Happy or sad. Profane or profound.
Pain always serves a purpose. Once we distinguish it, the hold it has on us disappears.