Pain is a beautiful thing. It makes us know we are alive.
because without the lows, the pain, how do we know what the highs are? the feel-good is?
Real feel good, real happiness, not the artificially manufactured shit bu the real, deep, earned feel-good.
because there is nothing that will bring you back to reality quicker then smashing your shin on a pole or stubbing your toe on the corner of a table.
keep on stepping