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There is no meaning in pain, but there is meaning in suffering.

Pain is inevitable, but suffering is a choice.  Therefore, it has meaning because we chose it, for meaning is in the eye of the beholder of what was valued in the choosing.

So, when one continues to beget their own suffering in life as a function of choosing to believe that one could create meaning from one's pain, what is born is a dream that thrives from the continued choosing of pain as necessary toward the cause of finding hope as arising from the ashes of our experience of feeling burned alive and permitted the keeping time with the solitude of our being that was left there to struggle in futility.

Pain contains meaning as a seed can contain life. But meaning does not always reveal itself until it is met with agency within the choice in how one responds to it.

What makes it bloom is your willingness to meet the moment as it is, and to either surrender or shape it in the image of who you are becoming.

One meaning to be found is in declaring, in truth, of the choice made that gave rise to it, that we chose this life and everything in it before arriving in the flesh to be.

To identify with your pain is to permit your own suffering, of which the only cure is to establish one's identify in the foundation of the choosing of their existence as coming from that which we can notice we are at within any time or semblance of being anything at all: Nirvana.

If we pull this idea with intent through the chakras, starting at the root, then new understanding arrives in full.

For in recognition in the agency to choose what to believe to be true, with full consideration thereafter of the impacts that arise therein, one finds their way back in time.

As it is in that choice in that which you believe to be true as who you are which influences what you feel is true, which influences what you do in truth, which influences what you love as truth, which influences what you speak from truth, which influences what you see as the big Truth, which influences what you understand to be.

I may not understand it if I can bother to say, but I know now that which I am in what I choose to belive to be true in me.

And that which I am not and must find its way in want of solace in a new home of thought through need of choice in a foundation that rots.

Let all the pieces fall where they may, they were never mine to have in the first place.

They were just choices within a game I already chose to play in full.

Game on world, game on.