https://www.reddit.com/r/simpleliving/comments/1izvzrn/the_old_lady_who_likes_icecream/
created by IntriguingQuestions on 28/02/2025 at 01:20 UTC
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I once had the chance of listening to what a tour guide can give as his two cents to us.To be writing that sentence here, and sharing it to reminding myself, is evidence itself that not only did I agreed, but I heard and I mean really heard what he had to offer. It goes, "In life, the bravest thing you can do is to live a passionate life despite knowing how ruthless it can be. To spare one from your pain, is called kindness. But to spare yourself from that pain, is called wisdom." I believe pain is a natural phenomena or should I say a destined course of events that are meant to happen in one's life. Many have tried running, many have tried escaping, even more have tried coming into consensus with it. But none of them truly know how to live with it. Yes, "LIVE" with it. Living with it is the hardest part. It traps you in a dark box that allows no light to translucent through. It makes you question every decision you ever made, every person you ever meet, every moment ever had. I myself and I do not mean it in an arrogant way, is truly, sick of it. Tired. As a thinker, a feeler, every ounce of pain was hard for me to digest and understand. I couldn't analyze it like how we understand the behavior of an animal. The pain treats you like a beast drawing for blood, but often times doesn't give you a hard blow but instead would prefer to enjoy the excitement of you slowly bleeding to death, watch as the essence of life drain away from your eyes. Pain is no other different. But somehow, I couldn't see the satisfaction that pain gotten from it. Simply because it wasn't a 8ft tall beast with claws. I could not. Sometimes, even trying to comprehend the feeling was hard enough let alone understanding it like an equation where it has its own derivatives. Pain was something else. Its everywhere when the dark box wanted you to be locked inside. But the one thing which I do know about pain is that you can never not feel it until it has been done with you. So, how? How do we be unbothered by it? How do we for ours' sakes even romanticize it? The amount of weight that bears with it is what makes you crush to the ground and lose sight of the silver lining that it comes with it. Though pain isn't appealing to any mortals, it might sometimes be a way of showing you what you're capable of rather than realizing your own limitations and helplessness. I guess this is the part where everyone expects the direction of narrative to go on and ramble about the 4am discipline that could save you from yourself, the ultimate goal that fuels your motivation or also whichever technique that is following the common trend now. And so here I am doing quite the opposite... A hundred word advice isn't going to be the cure to all your problems neither is it going to be what you need. I guess what I would like to say really is to just, sit back into that inner serenity that has been long lost and notice the unnoticeable around you. Just like the way an 80-year-old lady’s eyes lit up with childlike wonder as she pointed toward the ice cream section—her gaze filled with the same hopeful excitement of a child seeking permission to buy a sweet treat—so too does that moment find its way into the words written here today.
There's nothing here!