Random Thoughts...

Pain

"There's a difference between you and I, you let pain define you, I don't " -Tia Robins from her book Are You Okay?
That can be quite a difference. Which do you relate to? I'm honestly a mix. I forget sometimes my pain doesn't define me but at the same time my pain is what makes me. If it wasn't for all I've been through every day I would never have ended up the same. Pain is a bitch but I'm thankful for it in the end, at least some days. Other days it haunts me till I break down and cry, till I hurt myself late at night, till I wish to die. Pain is in the memories, ones who continuously flood back into me, reminding me of all I've been through. I love pain and I hate it at the same time. Pain can be like a reality check, reminding you that any second the world can burn down to the pits of hell. Pain, it obviously hurts but sometimes it feels good too. Sometimes it makes me laugh at what I've dealt with, not because their funny but because I survived it.
Oh glorious pain where would I be without you?
I let pain define me sometimes, because in a way it does. The pain that's there on the occasional time or every day it is a part of me. Defining me. And at the same time it isn't me. What I've been through and what others done to me isn't me. My pain or mistakes isn't what people should view me as.
They say you can't enjoy the good times without the bad times, but when did taste of chocolate become effected by brocclie?