Pain is often the beginning of a journey.I don't know how often it starts us moving, but I think it's a major cause. To me, there are two responses to pain: sit in it, or move on.
I have sat in pain.It doesn't change the pain. It acknowledges it; it experiences its depth and edges; sitting in it can even allow me to learn from it. The pain may lesson with time, but it remains, a place of tenderness, or perhaps a scar.
I have also been pushed by pain. When the sitting in it just doesn't work. Maybe there's too much pain to handle, or perhaps, it's a pain that's paralyzing. Sometimes, I think, one pain can lead to another, they can feed from each other or avalanche into one another. I can't sit in these pains.
It's too much. I must move.
I think it's easy to sit where we're comfortable. There's no reason to move when surrounded by comfort, little motivation to change or adjust. I've felt this too. I tell myself I'm growing or changing, beginning a new direction, but I like the steadiness of what I've known.
I don't think pain is like that. Pain demands a reaction. We can choose to sit, but that is a choice.
Pain moves us. It shapes us.
I'm not sure I like that.
But I guess I don't have to, eh?