pain
isn’t the absence of happiness. it is a dearth of its being.
I have investigated the core of
pain, as it is an expectation of happiness, a rationalizing, a given incident.
to utter it is its life. to dissolve it is miracle based. to keep it too silent
is its heritage.
I have a genetic pain, an oceanic sentience,
where simple things may cause a tear. if one helps a child, if one feeds the
homeless, if I buy a bottle of wine for a suffering person—these things have a
changing in me.
but pain is an absence of a core
reality, a sensation, a state or presence. pain accompanies irrational
decisions, hostilities, or, moreover, a feeling of hopelessness. joy is an
absence of happiness. to explain. joy is a fragment of an absence of pain,
where happiness is a totality of soul, joy just taps into happiness, it never becomes
happiness, because joy is fleeting, where happiness is a core property.
we ask if a person under happiness
can experience joy. since happiness outweighs joy, the person would be
experiencing her own nature, namely, happiness, where joy is a lower frequency,
which peters-out. Happiness, once attained, never peters-out, notwithstanding,
a level of pain.
One is quick to suggest that
happiness is an absence of pain—this is our first inclination. but happiness is
not here argued as a state of perpetual bliss, it is rather a state of
perception, an inner location, where, in spite of pain, one is centered,
enjoying the pain of happiness.
we bend our minds to understand the
premises, if but to then assert something in opposition. but it is here argued
that pain is also an ingredient of happiness. it seems counterintuitive; but
imagine a bipolar person, one steeped in self-healing—she feels pain, but she
is steeped in evenness (happiness), where she asserts in herself a passing of
the pain. one with happiness discerns the turning of the times, understanding
that pain, unless aberrant, comes to pass.
