About pain

  psychological torment exeeds the physical pain, there is no doubt about it. As a bboy, I experience all sorts of injuries and damage, but what hurts me the most is not when the damage is done on the spot, nor when the after pain kicks in hours later, but the long, murderous wait I have to endure in order to heal. A being is defined by it's moviment, there for the gerund tense of the word. It is impossible for any form of living to remain motionless: plants often seem stationary, animals may stay quiet like a statue, but they are boiling with motion in the inside. The heart beat, the blood pumping from every vein to every muscle, every organ and every cell! And how can we forget the fascinating photosynthesis process that funcions tirelessly, non-stoppingly feeding the planet's hunger for oxigin? All in all, motionlessness equals death. No! motionlessness is less than death, because death is a phenomenon, it occours. Montionlessness is the lack of everything, the ultimate vacuum. Motion is needed for every occourance, and death is no execption.

  The only thing I relate to motionlessness is pain. So what is the relation between those two? Like the devil and his twin brother, they come side by side. No wonder why when you are under the most intense agony a tremendously dark vacuum devours you inside out. As for me, this vacuum represents my inabillity to dance, one of the sole purposes of my living, the motion that marks me as a being. It's the anguish of losing the right to exist and to be that stabs through my heart slowly, poking my most sensible nerve. Noone is strong enough to say they weren't left to pieces by this torture. Fortunately, life is filled with changes and alters by the pace of time. As such, nothing stays for ever, not even the worst pain and his evil twin. Pacience is rewarding, if you can endure and go through this excruciating experience and death of motion, seeds of emotion will spur under the emptiness and the joy of being alive surfaces instantly. Suddenly, we live again, we move, sing and dance, enjoy our regained right of existence. This feeling of being again what made us ourselves is just as passionate and euphoric as the very first kiss of a very first love, provoking an explosion of emotions and unleashes anxiety inside of our bodies. Yet also so angelicly calming, like taking a leap into heaven.

  In the end, pain is no more than a phase we come across through life's journey, just don't make it your last one.