Pain and Growth

 The level of agony required grow seems so high. The low feel so lasting, but the human mind can do nifty things with memory and refreshing and perspective. They aren't nature or intuitive though. Meditation has to be the strangest experience, where waiting for Godot can heal so much with not much happening. Taking moments with eyes closed, pushing thoughts out with a soft nudge creates such strong neuron linking. Thought connect quicker. Realization occur more frequently. The path to the destination appears out of nowhere, all because of focusing on nothingness. 

The brain is weird, and does so powerful things is mystery. 

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