Pain has a way of breaking us open, allowing space for us to see through the veneer at who we truly are.
We grow numb to the world; cold like porcelain— but then, suddenly, pain reminds us we are alive. Pain strikes the nerve; its force and imposition felt like a live wire.
Pain reminds us of the struggle we move through. It reminds us of the greatness we belong to.
It is odd that sometimes we forget— we forget our biggest dreams. We forget our deepest hopes. We forget our majestic fortitude. We forget the furious heartbeat we can sometimes hear pounding in our ears.
Our truest nature can be born out of the posture we maintain in pain. The open hands we maintain; the heart we leave open like a door to a place that feels like home to the weary visitor.
Pain can make us kinder, generous, softer, compassionate. Pain can make our voice and legs shake in our most valiant and grateful moments. The recipient of pain is often the holder and bestower of the greatest gift— love.
Pain continues to remind us of what is (blood-pumping life), what should be (Eden bliss) and what will be (an adventurous eternity).
She embraces us softly and whispers to us that we will emerge truer than true. We will be born old but new. The reward is great for he or she who endures.
GABRIELA YARELIZ 