Pain

On a more serious note than my last post, I was just wondering about the sadder side of life. Like the time when you thought nothing would ever be all right again, or when you just broke up with your boyfriend/girlfriend and you thought the world would come to and end? Only it didn't, did it? The world went on. And in some ways that's kinda annoying. Just found out the world doesn't revolve around you after all. But without pain, is there really much meaning to life? I mean, if you've never tasted lemon juice, how would you know how sweet chocolate is? If all you've ever listened to is classical music, how would you know how sweet it sounds until you hear the honking of a truck? Doesn't pain just make you savor the sweet moments of life all the more? On the other, darker side, some people never really do recover from pain. Suicides, murders, all these things you hear about in the news--isn't pain what drove them to it? Depression, for one thing. I found these pictures on the Internet, and they just made me wonder, what kind of person would make these photos? Depressed? Angry? Suicidal? Crazy? (If you're looking at this post, creater-of-these-photos, then no offense.) So...there's no real point to this post, except just to hear myself talk....and that is the point of this blog....right?