I was recently asked to write about pain. Why is there such an obsession about this subject matter? Why are we so intrigued about it that we equate writing about great deal of emotion to a literary goldmine? If that is so... why not happiness? joy? why does it always have to be about pain? Sometimes I wonder, do we read about pain to recover from our own? or for the sheer pleasure of knowing that somebody out there have had it worst than us and that our pains may not be as painful as we thought it were?
We are we so quick to judge people who are "plastik!" Sometimes, what we get is a reflection of what we give off. If you give authenticity, then you get truth. If you give anything other than that, then what do you expect?
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