Chef Diva accompanied me for my therapy today; sometimes I don’t
feel like continuing on with the rest of the therapy, but then what the heck? A
little bit of pain here and there is good for me. At least I know I am still alive, struggling
with the pain energize me too and it helps me to appreciate everything that I am
having and had had.
I know I can overcome the obstacle, it justifies the purpose
of living, rejuvenated the desire to be a better person, and springboard into
the future. Who said life is easy, it
might be short and interesting but easy no, not at all. The circle that I am going through is yet to be
completed, regrets I had them but that does not mean I cannot weather the
challenge of getting better. Looking forward
to the last day of therapy on Friday, as much as I love the massage, I simply don’t
like the Munari.
Funny how pain has a structure of its own, a total
development, a refine architecture cemented with a monument of physical and
mental strength, however its floor plan is not my own design. Thus, I associated pain with so much of intricateness,
it is worse than describing the chambered nautilus. Pain is so black, so dark, so deep, that I wish
I could leave its mysteries untouched.
I will not be in denial and exist like a zombie, pain make
it real.
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