We are weird beasts aren’t we? We run away from pain but yet define ourselves by the misery of our lives. It is like we are these strange little sadists that detest the pain but have to experience it to define our lives. Pain is a right of passage. We are going to get hurt. Our hearts are going to get broken. Those battle scars mold us. We just need to be aware of good pain and bad pain. If we continue to walk the same paths we are going to experience the same painful outcomes. We must grow from heartbreak and anguish, with out them, we can never be given the keys to appreciate the great things in life.