The reason I love this quote as well as the entire poem is, it reminds me that there is a gift inside of the painful experiences we feel. That gift is often not felt until the pain leaves and we breathe in the quiet stillness of inner peace.
Yes I love happiness and inspiration and I do my best to avoid pain, but there was a time I embraced the darker side of life. I felt that pain gave me depth. I loved Greek Tragedy and believed that it was the only way to catharsis. I loved the poetry of Edgar Allen Poe, Emily Dickinson and Sylvia Plath. I’m not sure if it was more shocking to me or my family when I began to embrace laughter, silliness, play, and lightness of being. Over the last decade or more, I have spent little time pondering the value of pain.
In the eyes of a heart broken friend of mine, I see the beauty that pain leaves behind when it’s gone. Once we let it leave, and when we no longer hold on to the grieving. A new beauty appears as we experience our own rebirth and return to life. I watch her as she contemplates the profound beauty of happiness.
Once we know the depths of the darkness we can appreciate the depths of joy and happiness.
My sadness lead me to a deeper sense of inner peace and my love of rain has given me a unique sense of joy. There is a serenity that is birthed when the pain leaves, a serenity that may never have been known before.
I do say this with caution, as I do not wish pain for anyone. However, when life breaks your heart and you find yourself wanting out of your agony, perhaps you’ll find a grain of soul’s love amidst your tears and you will find a moment of peace and an ounce of a blessing.
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