Is pain a blessing or a curse
unto which life beholds its meaning the very essence of enigmatic purpose yields itself unto the scares of anguish tears Now tell me what's worse To live a life with or without hurt In the absence of our dystopia we will never have the chance to triumph over our burdens It is a gift that was inevitably brought to us in the form of tea only when put in hot water will it finally produce It's best work to which it is fulfilling it's purpose in Elohim the one who had created it Isn't it funny how artistic we become when our hearts become broken The seed that was planted deep within the core of our existence because of its fragility We love to protect it To face it is to look at all our desires in the mirror But know our true reflections To embrace pain is to be ready for a change The Lord is my shepherd I shall not want. He makes me lie down in green pastures. He leads me besides cool waters.He restores my soul.He leads me in the path of righteousness for his name sake.Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death I will fear no evil for thou art with me. His rod and staff comfort me, my cup runs over. -Psalms 23
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