
What Makes Us Human
Hundo | Pain
Pain exists on a spectrum.
Some forges us, molds us.
Some shatters the person we were meant to become.
Losing a loved one. Cuts and fractures.
Physical and emotional.
Gut wrenching.
But what about the thrilling pain that becomes addictive?
Like a belt stinging your flesh. A hand around your neck, inching you closer to the abyss.
The type of pain that surrenders the mind’s sins to another’s punishment. Yielding to the power of someone superior.
That is the sweet pain I crave. The type I will feel the following morning and smile, knowing I’ve allowed myself to cede control.
Thank you for reading. I enjoyed this one, mainly because I love thinking about the different versions of pain. How some of it feels impossible to escape while another feels impossible to obtain. How writing can be its own version of pain. Pain is endless and beautiful and horrifying. Experiencing pain is something that binds us all together because we can all understand some version of it.
