Pain is necessary. Without it there is no hope for growth. Pain is a primary motivator in understanding. Pain is a driving mechanism for survival. Without pain, there is no humanity.
I know this. I know this well. I have spoken these words many times, and I believe them.
However, pain is heavy. It weighs downwards like leaden anchors.
Pain rends and claws and drags backwards from beauty.
Pain throws its angry red tendrils into otherwise pleasant scenes. It infects.
Pain also exhausts. Pain erodes. Pain degenerates.
Pain breaks. Pain pulls time apart, slow and viscous like sorghum.
At the very least, though, pain is hard to remember. Small solace, pain will not forget you.