It's so hard for me to forget pain. I guess because it's so visceral, hard to ignore. But it's even harder to remember sweetness. I don't have any scars to show for happiness. I learn so little from peace. Peace feels like something I'm entitled to, and so I don't really pay attention to the quiet lessons it offers. Perhaps the reason I learn so little from peace is because it asks nothing of me. It doesn't force me to grow or change. Pain, however, demands transformation, leaving me no choice but to adapt. To do anything, to make it go away.
