What is Pain's Address anyway?

Dear Pain,

This is a letter to you. You may be wondering why I'm writing a letter to you, but I've been told so often lately to face and embrace my fears; and you are the cause of so much of them. Maybe this can help rid myself of you, or see how we can all benefit from you.

Pain, you were introduced to me at first in a situation where, at first, you did not seem very scary. In fact, you seemed really awesome, or cool. But then, it came. You were NOT really awesome, or cool; you came in the form of ______________________. And you never did leave.

Sure, you get numbed sometimes; and I don't feel you, when I do activities like _______________ing, _____________________ing, or sometimes _____________. But when people start chatting about __________________, it comes up inside of me again. Their words plant seeds of worry in my head, and fear waters the worry, turning into pain. And all I can do is sit, pretend to smile, and look it over.

Pain, you are really not fun. In fact, you cause me to do crazy things, like __________________, ______________, or ______________. You control and aggrivate my mind, sometimes to the point where I _____________ or I DON'T ________________. You and fear must be really good friends-- with eachother; not with me.

But pain, I need you to know something. What I'm about to explain is the purpose of this whole letter. Even at the WORST times in my life, or when I observe the worst times in someone else's life, I know everyday is a new day and a new chance to start over. I've learned life is like an endless coloring book. We try so hard to color and stay inside the lines, but guess what, pain? We mess up, and screw up. We color outside those dang lines and ruin the whole picture. And we feel pain because we feel like we messed up.

But there is someone, no; something, who LOVES it when I mess up, more or less. I'd actually say He loves it the most when I mess up and when I do I just come running back to Him. And you know what, Pain? I am going to start to love you like He loves me running back to Him. Because you call me to run to Him, and I wouldn't want to be anywhere else. It's there I realize what I'm really on this Earth for.

You also, in a sense, make me stronger. I become immune to your pain, so next time pain hits me, it doesn't sting as much; that way I have more room for hope instead of bitterness and frustration and fear. But I've also learn it is okay to feel all of those things for a certain amount of time because they are all apart of the healing proccess.

I never knew His grace and forgiveness until I met you. So for that, thank you.

Truly,
_______________________

Comparing Contrasts that are Complementary.

I know this one guy, named __________. His eyes are the color______, and they remind me of ____________________. He changes my look at the world. A world I once saw so straight forward and simple show, showed me the unordinaries of this life. It's like seeing a new color when I talk to him sometimes. He makes me see what I do wrong, I wonder if I do the same for him. He is really amazing at _________________, and when he does that a smile sits on my heart for quite a while. Sometimes he ____________, which makes me wonder, should I really be thinking about him this much? But then I remember, no one's perfect; especially not me. When he does that thing, of course I think "wow, really?" but in time I come to enjoy it and enjoy nudging him when he does it. And the way he makes me ______________, I wish I could do that all the time, but I usually only do that when he's near.


I know this one girl. She has this way of standing, where the wind is perfectly blowing her hair and the sunshine dances upon it making her ___________________ hair smile in a way? She also has this way of coming into my mind quite often, and my dreams. She can _______________ really well, and all I can do is stand in awe when she does. I'm not the kind of person to really describe love in such surfaced terminology, but it's pretty hard just to describe her in general. Yes, I am only ___________ years old, but I have this thing in the back of my mind saying "whatever you do: make sure she stays by you for a very, very long time." I like to say we're good friends, and she does too, but I feel this sense in my heart that that might change one day. Maybe it's just me. Her name is _______________.

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“Be patient toward all that is unsolved in your heart and try to love the questions themselves. Do not now seek the answers, which cannot be given you because you would not be able to live them. And the point is to live everything. Live the questions”
Rainer Maria Rilke



If this post is irrevelant to you, please do not try to force relevance on it, that was never the intention. If you have that person who always stays in the back of your mind and all you can say is "I know, I know..." then maybe this is relevant to you. Maybe you can fill in the blanks. But with any of these posts, never feel like you have to. Observing as pure true writing is very fun, too. (: If you can relate, great! If you can't, great! (: