Sometimes the people who are the most loved ones in our lives are hurting the most, creating the worst pain deep in our heart.
But that is life… hate it or face it you can’t change it.
Not just I face it, I even love it at some point, I’m not sure why.
I wouldn’t beg Hashem for more, but somehow it’s the only way I can feel that I’m alive. If pain has a meaning I’m investing my life to find it. I feel life only with pain. It is sometimes even enjoyable to be miserable with a lot of pain, it makes feel life real.
Funny, but that is how I approach the struggle of being alive. How can we live if everything is smooth without sharp hits deep in our soul where it is touching the most sensitive points and give us a chill through our mind, body, soul?