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Loving The Pain

The calm before the storm.
The air, lighter than a feather.
Wrapped inside, I feel reassured.

No words, no sounds, no emotions I could not understand. Between the silence, only a

"Ping!"

"Pong!"

As the name says.
It was simple.
But the outcome was hard.
The aura wrapped itself around me.

Even though I tried as hard as I could, the outcome was clear.
I lost.

Carefully, I approached the tall figure infront of me.
The air turned thicker.
Looking inside feels like getting lost in an endless hole of meaninglessness.

Before my insecurities could fully consume me, I asked my question.

Even though I tried as hard as I could, the outcome was clear.
I lost again.

But what do I feel, walking down the road of this dangerous realm?
Relief? Disappointment? Anger?

I can't tell.
They're too confusing.
Too complicated.
May they not be worth it?
May everyone be lying to themselves?
I can't tell.

They can hurt.
They can break.
They can kill.

Yet everyone seems so fond of them.
It must be a feeling of belonging.

But I understood that.
So what was the point?
Was there any point at all?

Maybe it's overrated.
Maybe it's just too much.
Maybe it's not for everyone.

Now the feeling is clear; I should simply be myself.