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Wednesday, August 10, 2005
While I was doing my GP essay last night, it got me to think about the relation between pain and love. The intricacies of love, are something none of us can explain. Some people search for love to satisfy their lustful desires, some were driven by their curiosity, while some are truly looking for someone to spend their lives with.
Please don't probe why I thought about this, you might think I'm sick, but I'm not. I just think too much.
Well, after my first "love" ended 2 years and couple of months ago, I felt the pain of losing someone. This pain was like a motivation sponge, because it sucked up the motivation I had. I was devastated, maybe because it was my first time. Everything seemed like a routine after that. Wake up, study, sleep; but it was all relative. I feel that it was a routine because I used to go out very often with Her and everyday was obviously different, but I realised it was not. It was just the reluctance to accept the loss.
It can never be a routine, because you never have fun doing something that's called "routine". Friends break the "routine". I've to give credit to GSLH.
The main point of this is that the pain I experienced, changed my perspective of many things. This pain brought me closer to my family. This pain made me stronger, and taught me to let go of things. This pain was my mentor, throughout the period when I was down. And everytime I thought of how I've learnt to let go of things better, I remember a story.
This story is about an old man. He was waiting for a bus at a bus-stop, which came shortly. As he boarded the bus, one of his shoes fell out of the bus, and the bus driver who was oblivious to his reactions, drove off. The next thing he did surprised a teenager on the bus. He threw the other shoe out of the bus towards the bus-stop.
The teenager then asked, "Why did you do that, Uncle?"
"What's the point of keeping one of the shoe when it's useless and meaningless? I can never get the other back. It'll be better if I threw away the remaining one so that someone who needs shoes can have a pair instead of only one," the old man explained.
Usually, if the above scenario happened, he/she would have sweared and screamed at the bus driver. I know this story might sound stupid, but, it's just what comes to my mind.
Anyway, as I was saying, the pain taught me lots of things. With regards to this, this pain allowed me to better appreciate my family, and what they did for me. Now, without this pain, would I ever appreciate the bliss of having a caring family? No. Without this pain, will I be able to know what's family love? No.
From this, it reminds me of Newton's 3rd Law - with pain as the action force, and love as a reaction. Why? Reason being that without pain, you'll never know what is love. For example, his/her close family member pass away. Naturally, he/she will cherish and love her family members even more. I'm really doubting if he/she will ever love anyone if she did not experience the pain of losing someone.
It is true that some people appreciate their family even without going through the pain, but I hardly see anyone like them.
In my opinion, and probably my conclusion, this pain acts as a catalyst in bonding of the family.
*Disclaimer: These are just my thoughts, if offended, please tag and tell me. =)
Anyway, I'm going off for a lunch buffet at Quality Hotel soon. Haha.
By the way, I wish that all my friends will be well and may their paths towards success be smooth sailing.
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