How is pain a good thing?
I think it's a wonderful thing, why don't you?
Let's not get all sadistic and crazy now. I really do feel, that experiencing pain relinquishes insight and knowledges from the heavens that we could not otherwise perceive. For example, you are living the life, making the dough, livin' it up with your boys and tappin' every girl you see, you are untouchable. Then, one curious evening, your heart stops, you can't breath, you are on the floor inhaling what you believe are your last breaths.
You recover.
Life has a new meaning to you now. You see the fruitlessness of your past life, your past actions, you see your true worth, nothing. Why, then, will you revert to your old forlorn ways? You won't will you?
Ignorance is bliss, but when you are given knowledge that will act in your favor, choosing to use it makes use of that knowledge, choosing not to, only destroys the path to more knowledge.
Any person that reverts to a self-destructive cycle after having a so-called "near-death experience" really has lost all true will to live. So I believe.
That is an extreme case, let's consider something minor.
When you fall and hurt yourself, anywhere, doesn't matter where, even if all you hurt was your pride because you tried jumping off the tire swing to impress your 5th grade crush and face-planted instead. Any small obstacle can have profound effects on a person. Cleansing of the soul and spirit through pain is essential. Your ego won't get too big, your contentment with life and what God gives you will increase, in a word, you will reach enlightenment, in the form of happiness.
I am talking out of my arse, I have yet to acheive anything I have written about, I am not even sure if what I have written makes sense to anyone else or if it's accurate, but there is only one way to find out, trial and error, the age old method of amateur scientists, it's a gem.
Currently, I am pretty damn sick, it's really quite stupid how I fell ill... I lost my temper and ran outside into the cold bare foot, two nights in a row, clearly I was not thinking, there was not room for much else in my head when I allowed it to be filled with anger. Fortunately, the harm came primarily to me, but why did it come to begin with? To teach me not to be an idiot. Who the hell goes outside barefoot in below freezing weather? I was outside for a good 10 minutes too.
Essentially, we can look at this as a domino effect, starting with my present situation.
I am in bed, tissues spread all around, soup coming in the bowl fulls, my mum asking every 15 minutes how I feel, and I feel like crap. I haven't been this ill in several years. Yet I have the strength to write this, I guess I must not be that ill.
Anyway, I had a long day at work these past two days, while I was slowly conjuring the sickness without my knowledge. I had been off work for four days straight since I had planned to go to Miami but that tanked due to somewhat foreseeable circumstances. I have a LOT to do since work piled up in my absence, I am working non-stop, and getting worse by the hour.
What happened before, I was at home, something happened and as hard as I tried to control my anger, I lost control and instead of blowing up I decided I would cool down, literally, so I ran outside my house and walked down the block and back incidentally barefoot.
The same thing happened the next night and even though I had much better success in controlling my anger, for a longer time, once the fue was lit, I was out the door again. I didn't want to make things worse at home, so I left it to cool off, and then came back, unknowingly dragging a cold along with it.
Really, this whole sickness situation could have been avoided. Only if I controlled my anger. I am working on it and have been for a very long time, I hope God will help me.
The Strong man is not the good wrestler but the one who can control his anger
That's what the Prophet Muhammad (S) said, I always think of that when I get angry and most of the time it works, Insha'Allah I get better.
Good night.
