Learning From Pain

For months I’ve been shedding tears. Every now and then I burst into sobs. I know you’ll laugh about the reason why I’ve been such a dense crybaby. I know, because now, I’m laughing at myself. How could I have let myself be buried under a worst memory, when it all just gives me pain and misery? Maybe the helplessness I felt before influenced that doing. I cannot run to anyone, because I see that it is I, and only I who can effectively relinquish the bitterness that I felt inside. And I was right.

My friends tried everything they can just so they can make me smile. Sadly, none of them succeeded. I appreciated all their efforts, but it was just not the time for me to let out a grin. My heart was bleeding. My soul was parched. The whole lot of me was a total ruin. I felt as though I cannot be whole again.

For a while, I thought that it was my end. Not until a friend showed me light, who brought the candle of hope inside the dark room where I am in. I soon realized that I shouldn’t focus more on the pain itself, but rather how it is shaping my character. Another thing is that not all that is painful is bad. They are meant to teach, to mold us into becoming our best selves. If only I knew that. I couldn’t have wasted those tears, and could have allotted them for a more meaningful reason that is worth crying over for. But I guess, it was just fine, since my glands won’t run out of snuffles anyway.

And now, I broke forth, armed with smiles and confidence again. My legs are stronger, and can very much withstand any storm that would come my way. My wings are glaring with utmost toughness, which will take me miles away beyond any ordinary wings can. I am certain that this new flight of mine will be another fortress of self-improvement. The feeling is like a rebirth, or should I say, I had a rebirth. But the difference is, I am far better. And I am sure that I will be greater than what others used to have in me.