I was thinking about pain this weekend. There are all kinds of pain: physical pain, emotional pain, mental pain, people who are a pain in the rear …
You get the idea.
I make it a point to avoid pain. Because it hurts, and I am notoriously wimpy. I do not like to hurt. Not one bit. But then I thought of all the times I have experienced pain, and each and every time I have learned a lesson.
Some of the lessons were simple. Things like:
- Wear sunscreen.
- Do not do an hour of Pilates if you are 44 and have not exercised in six months.
- Stop eating the cake when you are full.
- If you are a freshman in high school, it’s not such a good idea to tell the girl who is part of a gang to “Sit and Spin”.
Actually the cake one is a lesson of which I am aware, but apparently have not really learned yet because I continue to eat the cake after I am full.
Other lessons have been more complex and layered. Examples include:
- Spend time with those you love while you can.
- Know when the relationship is more important than the argument and treat it as such.
- You don’t have to say everything you’re thinking.
- Look for the best in others and the worst won’t bug you as much.
- I am responsible for my own thoughts, feelings, actions and beliefs.
- I am NOT responsible for yours.
These are all important life lessons which have come from pain and I am grateful to know them. Which, in turn, should make me grateful for pain.
Being grateful for pain.
I don’t think I am quite there yet.
I do think I face pain better than I used to though. I am more willing to walk through a storm if I have to, because I know there will be a reward on the other end.
Which still doesn’t mean I like it.
Do you think that maybe one of these days I’ll actually become a person who learns things the easy way? Like by reading a book or something?
It seems unlikely.
Until I do, I guess I am glad that pain at least comes with a purpose.