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There are certain things in life which are better left undone, unsaid, unbroken. The shadow of life has engulfed our presences until there is little left but a mere shadow of mortality. I guess there are some things in life which are meant to be there to cause pain and anguish. To make us feel as though there were no way out. If there wasn’t there would be no room for growth and there would be no way of ever getting past any sort of discomfort or distress and there would likele be nothing to cause it as well. But if so, why make it so painful? I’ve heard people say that they feel lonely and I’ve been there and I’ve felt the pain of being alone. But I have also been on the receiving end of being in love. I’ve had someone, I spent 5 months loving them and being the happiest I’ve ever been possibly in my life, but the pain of having something that you love taken away, no, let me rephrase that, voluntarily going away, is the worst pain that I’ve ever felt. It’s like the pain of losing someone to the ravages of death, multiplied and divided until the pain is so intense, you can’t even fathom what it ever felt to be happy. With that person may have been the happiness you’ve never felt, but when you take something that precious and treasured and tear it away, leaving a gaping and monstorous empty space where it had only been filled with the warmest and deepest emotions, you take away some part of that person, and something inside inevitably dies. I’m not one for cliches, but I do however agree with the aforementioned death of self. Physically, no, but essentially and mentally, there is no more feeling, numb to all senses and unfeeling, unsympathetic to anything but your own self pity and deprecation of anything. This is the reason why so many decide to remain solely alone, living an asocial life of solicitude and primarily seclusion. In this way alone, they delude themselves into believing this is the only way to ever allay the metaphoric pricks of the thorns of love. And it is in this way alone, they lead themselves into their own destruction. Without feeling hurt or betrayed, or getting physically sick because we love someone so much, none of us would have the knowledge or know how to grow and move on from the pain accompanied by the pangs of love. No one would be here