Pain or Sadness?

In life we ​​all carry great pains...

Some deeper, others more subtle.

Some of us walk through the world broken...

Others, more whole

Others... Breaking.

And others...

Full of scars.

Sometimes...

Being sensitive means hurting...

Sometimes?... 

Maybe it's just a matter of acceptance.

But if...

Life hurts,

Breathe, walk, see, smell...

Tap... 

Living and seeing life hurts...

Everything hurts

Sometimes in an infinitely pleasurable way...

Blissful, joyful and life-giving.

That pain of happiness so immeasurable

That makes our chest burst

Others...

Unbearably damaging...

Intolerantly frustrating...

Unbearably mortuary...

Incredibly devitalizing

And what does it depend on to feel it?

Whether we are sensitive or not?

How much sensitivity is there inside us?

About what?...

Because clearly, what I carry inside and express in these lines, not all of us know what it is about.

What does it really depend on...?

Could it be that those who do not feel are blessed for it?

Could so much pain be the punishment for not having felt in another life?

Could it be the most paradoxical blessing we could ever experience?

And if...

Call me intense

Well, I am.

I feel like everything hurts in here...

And I once wanted not to feel

And I died for it.

Or is it simply,

so much sensitivity inside,

It is our ability to touch and be touched by the world and so,

show how much depth there is in life?

And if... 

It can always be deeper and deeper.

I have felt that unbearably deadly pain...

That pain where I feel like everything inside and outside is breaking.

Not one,

Not two,

Not even three

Many times...

The necessary ones to choose to end him and my life too.

And so on...

I have also felt that infinitely pleasurable and life-filling pain.

Not one,

Not two...

Not three...

Countless times...

When looking at the sky,

when I look into the eyes of another that I love...

Seeing the life and beauty that surrounds me.

And yes... there are still days

in which I still love

that unbearable pain

get away from me...

and that only tears run through my eyes

From that blissful pain of life...

...But pain is pain...

Another very frustrating and painful aspect of life.

Nothing can happen

Only for that which makes me feel pleasure...

Otherwise, it wouldn't be pain.

It would be a pleasure

What does it depend on whether it is one or the other?

From my...

My story

And my pain...

Of love.

When it hurts to feel heartbreak...

It becomes unbearable

When it hurts to feel love,

I am filled with tenderness, delicacy...

It fills me with life.

In the end...

It's not the pain that's the problem

...The great enigma always,

will remain

Love...

And I choose a thousand times

feel it like this...

Intensely painful.

and you?