Pain and Pleasure

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Non-Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
Pleasure in pain.

Submitted: September 26, 2015

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 Pain And Pleasure
The pain makes characters/people beautiful, I dont know if its just me who has this distorted view.. , am I absurd, stupid, or weird? But I appreciate the pleasure, the happiness, that comes with pain more than.. 'the sheer happiness'. Pain, is a pleasure in itself, and there are no hidden meanings,.. I am talking only about emotional pain,  maybe I am distorted to think like that.
May be there is a time period , the early period of your life in which you are pure, untainted, crystal clear like sparkling water, at that time, your happiness is pure too, just pure happiness , untouched by an bitterness, its beautiful and the kind which has the capacity to make you ecstatic. Like a golden ball glowing in your chest, the light of which shines through your eyes, and spreads through your entire body.
have you seen a child laugh when he is happy.. its one of the most beautiful things in the world.. even if you are a cynic, the brilliance of that laughter will touch a part of your soul. illuminating it, even if for just a tiny second.
That pure eccstatic pleasure, is something which only happens, when you are pure, there are no hidden meanings, no pain following the happiness, no hollowness, no pinching in the heart following the laughter..
just happinss.

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Things change when you grow old, the weight of the world.. piles up on your shoulders, the sorrows , the sadness, the bitterness, of the days passed_ leaves a mark.. many marks.. so that you lose the ability to be completely and utterly _ happy..
Not every one has the same experience, but i think with time the emotions lose their purity, happiness is not really happiness, there is a pinch of pain that comes along with that..
am i crazy to think that that pinch of pain makes that happiness beautiful.. not beautiful like the pure laughter of a child, but beautiful.. like the laughter after which there are tears in the eyes, spilling on your face, touching the smile on the lips... but nobody knows that all the tears are not the tears of happiness...
If you see that sight, may be you'd understand.. its beautiful too. the kind of beautiful that ccomes with the pain..
I think, that I have grown too old , too early, I have begun to _ not be able to be just purely happy, my happiness , my pleasure is always tainted,..
Okay, I have officially established that I am abnormal, at age of 21, I have this belief that I have grown too old. too old to appreciate real happiness.
too old to appreciate the happiness that comes with baaloons and pink barbies and pink bedrooms and cake frostings.  
Too old.. old enough to appreciate the beauty of pain.. beauty of pleasure .. and pain in pleasure..

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