“And at some point you realize that there are more flavors of pain than coffee.
There’s the little empty pain of leaving something behind ‒ graduating, taking the next step forward, walking out of something familiar and safe into the unknown.
There’s the big, whirling pain of life upending all of your plans and expectations.
There’s the sharp little pains of failure, and the more obscure aches of successes that didn’t give you what you thought they would.
There are the vicious, stabbing pains of hopes being torn up.
The sweet little pains of finding others, giving them your love, and taking joy in their life as they grow and learn.
There’s the steady pain of empathy that you shrug off so you can stand beside a wounded friend and help them bear their burdens.
And if you are very, very lucky, there are a few blazing hot little pains you feel when you realize that you are standing in a moment of utter perfection, an instant of triumph, or happiness, or mirth which at the same time cannot possibly last ‒ and yet will remain with you for life.
Everyone is down on pain, because they forget something important about it:
Pain is for the living. Only the dead don’t feel it.”
― Jim Butcher, White Night