Written around 2012.
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A young girl fell in love with some mean guy. They weren’t friends, but they talked to each other a lot. Without any warning, that girl learned to like the guy even though he bullies her every time.
When she realized what she felt was real, she wrote this essay… with all her heart.
The Best of Pain
The best of pain maybe is a really complicated one. You couldn’t tell if it’s best leads you to a better future, or it might give you no good. But then lately, I just found myself writing on a piece of paper it’s best.
Pain is a word for suffering– a combination of loneliness, sadness and agony. It is a feeling that aby daredevils, goons, maniacs or manic depressive people wouldn’t want to have because of the torture that pain might give them. But for me, pain is not just for suffering. It is a word for love. The presence of pain is having the ability to love someone– whole-heartedly– who does not appreciate your heart; the ability to sacrifice a part of it, or maybe the whole of it, to a person that you love painfully; and also, to accept the naked truth that he loves someone– not you. You continue to love him, even though it really hurts you damn hard; even though there’s no way for him to you back. For somehow, deep within you heart, you believe that maybe later on you’ll have to gain happiness. Thus, pain is the best excuse for a person to cry.
As a victim of love, pain is present to save you, though it includes the tears that will fall and the scream that you’ll shout. It cause you to be cry in order for you to look at that person and tell yourself that you love him more than in this world, because his presence flatters you heart and you loathe not seeing him. Those cute smiles, lovely eyes, mean smirks and painful insults that make you love him more are also the reasons of your cry.
Pain, indeed, saves you from the miserable feeling the world caused you because you’re happy with just seeing him from afar. Pain gives you the might to absorb all the sufferings and makes you outgrow the love you him– the love you gave that will never turn back to give the same fleeting feeling.
Yes. It does sound pathetic to love someone who will never know worth. The person who doesn’t see you will never see you, and the love you gave him will never come back. It causes you to be in pain. Maybe it made no sense to him, to anyone or even to the world, but for you it made a senseful sacrifice to love him like that. It is a noble sacrifice. At one point or another, you believe that joy arrives as sadness leaves. I say that this applies to this statement, “pain is present to make us learn to appreciate the happiness that comes ahead of it“. Thus, the best of pain.
This was written when the young girl read The Despicable Guy(Leng de Chavez).
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