One day, a simple day, a child came to me, a child who looked like me. But his eyes showed pain and suffering, while mine showed content. He came up to me and asked, "What is love?"
I told him, "Love is our salvation from the pains of solitude. It is our only hope of peace, our only aid in a life of happiness."
With these words, he burst into tears and anger, shouting, "Then why are we hurt when we fall in love? Why does it hurt to love some one? Why do I have to go through so much pain to feel the love of another?"
I told him, as calmly as I could, "Love tests us, it wants to know if we are worthy of its pleasures, if we are ready to bear it upon our shoulders. No pleasure is gained without pain, no happiness is gained without sorrow."
"But why so much? Why does it make us suffer so much?" His eyes were red with tears. His sniffles were more constant.
"Because love tests us constantly, trying us, seeing if we are strong enough to carry its burden throughout our lives."
"Why does it hurt to love another?" He asked me. His voice showed understanding, but still has doubt within.
"Because we love them with the knowledge that they may leave us sometime in our lives, and that we must learn to let them go. That is the way loves tests us, it tests us with pain and suffering, and if we survive the pain we experience no matter what, if we have the strength to hold on to love no matter what, it rewards us with happiness and joy."
I look into his eyes and now they show understanding. His doubt was erased, but there were still things he needed to know, things that not even I could understand.
"Why is there pain?" He asked me. He looked into my eyes and then looked away.
"For us to know what pleasure and happiness really is. If we do not go through pain, we do not know what happiness realy is."
"You're telling me that if there is no pain, there is no happiness. Why?"
"One cannot exist without the other. That is the way of life. Things exist in opposites. Such is the way things exist. Pain in pleasure, happiness and sorrow, love and hate."
"Why is there suffering in the world? Why do people show no love? They show only hate. They show only doubt and anger. Their eyes show pain and suffering, just like me."
"Because others cannot understand the true meaning of love, of life, like me. No one can understand life, they only see a part of it, the rest is shaded in grey."
The child looked at me one last time then said to me, "You know so much, I wish I could be like you. You see things in ways others can't."
I told him, "I see things in ways others cannot for I see things in my eyes. We see things differently, others may see life as cruel, others may see it as kind. And someday, you will be like me."
He turned and left the way he came, and I just looked at him, wishing that I was him.
I told him, "Love is our salvation from the pains of solitude. It is our only hope of peace, our only aid in a life of happiness."
With these words, he burst into tears and anger, shouting, "Then why are we hurt when we fall in love? Why does it hurt to love some one? Why do I have to go through so much pain to feel the love of another?"
I told him, as calmly as I could, "Love tests us, it wants to know if we are worthy of its pleasures, if we are ready to bear it upon our shoulders. No pleasure is gained without pain, no happiness is gained without sorrow."
"But why so much? Why does it make us suffer so much?" His eyes were red with tears. His sniffles were more constant.
"Because love tests us constantly, trying us, seeing if we are strong enough to carry its burden throughout our lives."
"Why does it hurt to love another?" He asked me. His voice showed understanding, but still has doubt within.
"Because we love them with the knowledge that they may leave us sometime in our lives, and that we must learn to let them go. That is the way loves tests us, it tests us with pain and suffering, and if we survive the pain we experience no matter what, if we have the strength to hold on to love no matter what, it rewards us with happiness and joy."
I look into his eyes and now they show understanding. His doubt was erased, but there were still things he needed to know, things that not even I could understand.
"Why is there pain?" He asked me. He looked into my eyes and then looked away.
"For us to know what pleasure and happiness really is. If we do not go through pain, we do not know what happiness realy is."
"You're telling me that if there is no pain, there is no happiness. Why?"
"One cannot exist without the other. That is the way of life. Things exist in opposites. Such is the way things exist. Pain in pleasure, happiness and sorrow, love and hate."
"Why is there suffering in the world? Why do people show no love? They show only hate. They show only doubt and anger. Their eyes show pain and suffering, just like me."
"Because others cannot understand the true meaning of love, of life, like me. No one can understand life, they only see a part of it, the rest is shaded in grey."
The child looked at me one last time then said to me, "You know so much, I wish I could be like you. You see things in ways others can't."
I told him, "I see things in ways others cannot for I see things in my eyes. We see things differently, others may see life as cruel, others may see it as kind. And someday, you will be like me."
He turned and left the way he came, and I just looked at him, wishing that I was him.
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