Life without pain is meaningless.

Somebody told me that people who say that have never experienced pain.

I disagree.

Of course I do, because I feel I have experienced pain.

I think many people assume people mean emotional pain, and ignore physical pain.

Why do we think emotional pain is worse then physical pain?

Many emotional scars take longer to heal. I think everybody has had his or her heart broken or something goes drastically wrong and, yes it takes along time to get over those hurts. Yes, I still have depressed/manic days. That beast ain't dead. Some days I am totally plagued by self-doubt and paranoia. I still have tons of issues in my life that need to be worked out.

I broke my foot back in 1998 or 1999, I can't really remember. It still flares up in pain every now and then. I broke my hand last spring, and every time there is a pressure change (or even a change in the wind) I can tell you. Some days its so bad that I can't make a fist.

So physical pain can take along time to go away also.

I think the whole point of the above is to build equality between the emotional and physical world.

But now we arrive to the real meat of my argument, why pain gives life meaning.

Earlier this year I was in a pretty rough bike accident. I firmly believe that without my helmet I would be six feet under right now. As is was, I only had a minor concussion, slightly dislocated hip, cut up hands and some others scraps and burses. For those brief moments I felt alive. I knew what it meant to ride the edge. While it hurt like hell (for the next few weeks), I was able to understand what was really important to me and how far I can go. And it was one helluva ride.

There have been many times in my life where I come to that point of full contact learning, and I am sure there is going to be more. But, hey, when I die (in some new and exciting way) I can look back and say, 'I didn't waste it.'

This is a work in progress; it will be updated when I gots more thoughts...

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