The darkest hour of the darkest night.
Bleaker, more painful, day by day, stumbling down a mountain of despair. Always down. Consistency counts. No matter how sad you get, how deeply hurt and lost you are, it will always get worse.
That's the beauty of suffering. Resolutely building upon it, gradually perfecting it. This is in keeping with the ambitions of life. You must strive to succeed. Or be mocked.
The darkest hour today sets the table for a darker hour tomorrow. And tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow.
Pain is a renewable resource. It can't be exhausted. The harder you fight against it, the bigger it gets. Until you are pain and pain is you.
Pain clouds judgement, deflects logic, sabotages decisions. So they say.
Pain provides clarity.
Pain is crystal clear. A compass. A window to the truth. Pain is truth.
To know thyself, know thy pain.
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