And a woman spoke, saying, "Tell us of Pain."
And he said:
Your pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses your understanding. Even as the stone of
the fruit must break, that its heart may stand in the sun, so must you know pain. And could you
keep your heart in wonder at the daily miracles of your life, your pain would not seem less
wondrous than your joy; And you would accept the seasons of your heart, even as you have
always accepted the seasons that pass over your fields. And you would watch with serenity
through the winters of your grief. Much of your pain is self-chosen. It is the bitter potion by
which the physician within you heals your sick self. Therefore trust the physician, and drink his
remedy in silence and tranquility: For his hand, though heavy and hard, is guided by the
tender hand of the Unseen, And the cup he brings, though it burn your lips, has been fashioned
of the clay which the Potter has moistened with His own sacred tears. ~ Kahlil Gibran (The Prophet)
*What do you live for?