Remembering The Feeling of Pain

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Pain is a  predictable feeling, but at the same time it is very unpredictable also.



You don't remember the pain from when you fell while learning to walk.
You don't remember the pain from falling while learning to cycle for the first time.
You don't remember the pain of the tears from your mother leaving you to your first day of school.
You don't remember the pain from your grandmother's death.
You don't remember the pain from crying at your sister's wedding.
You don't remember the pain of leaving school after graduation.
You don't remember the pain of leaving your parents after your wedding.
You don't remember the pain of giving birth.
You don't because that is supposed to happen, that is natural and we are prepared for it from the beginning .

But what you do remember is the pain from betrayal, cheating, loneliness, losing someone, heartbreak and most of all a broken trust.

It is only if you feel it when you are not supposed to, then you will remember the feeling.

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