If pain doesn’t lead to humility, you have wasted your suffering.
Goodbye, Room.” I wave up at Skylight. “Say goodbye,” I tell Ma. “Goodbye, Room.”
Ma says it but on mute.
I look back one more time. It’s like a crater, a hole where something happened. Then we go out the door.
None of us suffers as much as we should, or loves as much as we say. Love is the first lie; wisdom the last.
Oh soul, you worry too much. Your arms are heavy with treasures of all kinds.
How many of us suffered to death?
How many of them gained more wealth?
How many of us mourned?
How many of them earned?
How many times we suffered such a pain?
How many times they will do this again?
They are Cruel
We don’t have to be.
it is being honest
makes me invincible.
suffering is a misunderstood pain
The cost of war is like an immeasurable tremor that knows no borders, its shockwaves reverberating across the world resulting in universal suffering.
Lingering, bottled-up anger never reveals the ‘true colors’ of an individual. It, on the contrary, becomes all mixed up, rotten, confused, forms a highly combustible, chemical compound then explodes as something foreign, something very different than one’s natural self.
Failing to forgive yourself for certain wrongs you committed in the past can create self-dislike.