People who don't understand pain 3

But where exactly is the abyss? He could not find his way. Instinct drove him to seek help from the God who had favored him, and he prayed to God, "Please take back the gift that made me happy forever, but now I need to find the pain." God was a little surprised: "Pain is a strange virus, and once you have been infected once, you are no longer immune to it for the rest of your life." This means that from now on, the man will care about the conflict nastiness he never cared about, generate the sadness resentment he never generated, be infected again and again by the contagious disease of pain, and endure the bad disease, while he can only hopelessly pray for God to grant mercy and allow him to have a longer interval between attacks. For it is impossible to heal from this disease until it takes him to the grave. "Even so, do you still have to fill the empty hole inside with pain?" God asked. He nodded, "Even so, I am willing." The moment the divine power was exerted, endless pain surged up to his heart, so terrible that it almost tore his entire soul apart. It was a kind of mourning that could not be resisted no matter what, all those separations from friends and relatives, the loss of money and goods, and all the misfortunes suffered in life in the past many years, the boundless pain they had precipitated, finally found an outlet and spilled out. Unknowingly, a clear liquid spilled out of his eyes. He wiped those transparent liquid with his finger in a daze, is this ...... tears? "Are you beginning to resent?" God asked. "The world is always resentful of life because of the pain it feels." He did not answer, because at this moment he did not care to listen to God's question, his mind was filled with other thoughts. At this moment, he began to truly understand his lover's feelings when she was in pain, knew what kind of predicament she was in, and now understood all the things she had said in the past that had always confused her. He finally understood why the pain was born and why it was extinguished, and why his lover would tearfully say to himself, "I don't need you to do anything to make me happy, and I don't want to hear you say that those things are not worth being sad at all, at this moment, I just need you to understand my pain and be with me." The pain roared fiercely in his chest, but the joy he had felt also returned, the two forces were evenly matched, entwined, joy in pain, sweetness in bitterness, all wrestling to the point of incompatibility, refilling his empty heart with no more gaps. He suddenly realized that this completeness was, in fact, another gift from God. "No, I don't resent it at all." He regained his senses and calmly answered God's question, "I feel the pain, it's really bad, but I don't resent life for its existence, it's not all meaningless to me, no, it's even important." He paused for a long time, carefully feeling the complex rush in his chest, he would probably never be able to get used to this hard feeling himself, but from now on, he would take it all with him, even when he was happy, there would be times when he needed to remember it, to summon it. He doesn't like the pain, but he chooses to accept it. "So ......," God murmured, "do you regret it?" "I do not regret it, even if I will be haunted by this pain for the rest of my life ......" His tears flowed again, and this time there was hope in them, in addition to pain, "but it is my own choice, to be able to understand and help the one you love."