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Today, I want to write about painā¦
The kind of pain we all carry in our hearts. Some of it, those around us can sense- maybe in a glance, maybe in our silenceā¦
But much of it stays hidden inside us for a lifetime, quiet, unspoken and without a name. It settles somewhere deep in the corners of our hearts. And only God knows how many nights we fall asleep with that same pain, and wake up with it again. Sometimes, these wounds donāt want to be forgotten. Theyāve become a part of us- apart that has made us deeper, more human, maybe even more compassionate. And so, weāve only learned to live with them, not to erase them.
The pain of war, the pain of losing loved ones, the pain of enduring injustice.
After a long time, when we finally look into the mirror carefully. We no longer see the person we used to be.
Maybe we donāt even recognize ourselves anymore. Many of us break under the weight of these silent burdens,
And only we can hear the sound of our bones shattering. Itās a kind of pain that has no remedy.
And in the end, we are left with these pains that move with us like shadows- silent, constant.
We no longer have the hope to speak them aloud, Nor the chance to let them go.
Weāve simply learned to breathe with them, carrying a weight that no one else can see.
As if some of us were given a share of life that is made only of endurance, the endurance of silence that, at times, is louder than any scream. 12 replies
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