It is only in our most darkest moment through fear, pain & anguish, when fear & madness might consume our weakened souls and minds that our most basic elements whisper softly, so softly, such inspirational words of wisdom. But still we must choose to hear them!
Call it GPS if you will guidance for personal survival, I do. Others call it gut instinct. Others have no name for it, either because they can not hear it or simply choose not to preferring the pain, because if they have no pain to feel, they feel they have nothing left at all.
These people can not function without pain, it drives them to the shoulders of others to be embraced and supported, or it isolates them from the long warm embrace, only to be touched briefly from passers by, thus eliminating the opportunity for further, fresh pains, new and exquisite. The old pain is now a comfort blanket, heavy and cumbersome and will never be replaced. It is only with time, long-long time coming, that the blanket wears so thin it offers no comfort the more and becomes a distant memory as the fractured fibers disintegrate and are lost on the winds.
What say you?