Nearly all of my comfort has always stemmed from my acceptance of my discomfort. Pain has always served as the invisible needle binding the fabric of myself to the backing of reality. I’m not speaking of the pain that we choose, but of the pain that I cannot avoid.
Nerve pain, joint pain, the weight of mistakes. These are the things that bind me to the world and keep me from floating away.
Where I have found acceptance, I have always found joy.