Pain? What is it?

When the cause isn’t just?
When the body falls ill?
Or when the heart breaks?

You came into the world crying, full of emotions,
but when you leave, you leave in silence.
Well, that’s the journey.

Struggles, hardships, and the changes of daily life
are supposed to strengthen you.
But what if that strength—and the daily pain—
disappears one day?

No more pain. No more feeling.
Just a strange, unfamiliar sensation—
scary, confusing, yet new.

Could this be a new stage of life? Something better?
He once felt constant pain and heartache,
and then, one day—nothing.

Where did it all go? Should I be scared?
Love and compassion, once so vivid,
now reduced to nothing.

Does he miss pain, or just the act of feeling?
The irony—he had actually enjoyed pain.
Not feeling, not emotion. Just pain.
Until everything went dark.

What if strength is just an illusion?
What if pain was never the teacher,
but merely the outline of his story?

If pain shapes us, then what am I?
A hollow outline? A faded echo?
An empty shell?

The world moves, yet he stands still—
a shadow without a body,
a song without a melody.

No more grief, but no more warmth either.
Just silence.
Plain, cold silence.

Optimism? What if it’s not what we think it is?

His optimism changed.
Once driven by love, compassion, and care,
now fueled by sadness, hatred, and despair.

Once voluble, once verbose—now speechless.
Where did the words go?
And what if words were always lies,
hypocrisies, beautifully presented half-truths?

Once ready to face the world,
now he’s afraid to look in the mirror.
Who am I?
Where did I go wrong?
Or have I always been wrong?

Maybe he’s just a lie he once told,
and now—he believes it.

Never alone, yet always invisible.

Present in the present, yet living in the past.
And the future?
A path paved straight to the grave—
not an end, but a doorway,
where more hardships wait to be thrown at him.