Thursday, July 13, 2006
Price of Life
One time, I was sitting. Trying to write something. Block. I was paralyzed by anxiety. It's something called pain. Praying. Trying to think of being relieved. Suddenly it dawned on me again. Pain is part of living. The alternative to pain is not happiness. It is death. So long as I choose to be alive, I would undergo various kinds of pain. That's the price of life. I choose pain. In that moment, I choose to move ahead despite the pain. The anxiety vanished.