Life is Pain – And So is Passion

You may have been wondering about my slogan. What do I mean by “Life is Pain – And so is passion?” Well, my Ponderbots, allow me to explain.

                Life is more than just pain, obviously, but I wanted to focus on this particular aspect that consumes such a large portion. It’s easy to want to find a way to push away pain. It’s there all around us, and yet, it always feels so unnatural, so wrong, like it is something that should not exist. And yet it does exist and quite frequently it is a dominating factor in our wellbeing.

                Everyone finds their own individual versions on how to cope with pain. Some might pretend its not there at all. They fake the smiles, bottle up the emotions, and push it down far deep and away. Others might try to avoid it at all cost, sheltering their lives in a box that holds a limited amount of life. Still others might attempt to mask it with a distraction of some sorts.

Whatever the method of choice, I can’t help but notice, tragically, that the pain is still there. Denial doesn’t change a truth. Avoidance only leads to a new version of pain. Masking can only hide a problem for a temporary amount of time, it can never be a permanent solution.

This may seem rather gloomy, and you are right, it is, but my thought process is, why not embrace it? Not that we should deny the joy that it is there. Joy should be equally embraced, but life being the fickle thing that it is, makes it possible to hold multiple emotions simultaneously.

If the idea of embracing pain makes you cringe, allow me to share with you the benefits that I have found from this particular reframing:


                Validation holds a power like none other. Knowing other people suffer in the same way we do is a huge part of feeling emotionally supported. We want to know that our pain is real and that it holds, at the very least, a measure of validity. This pain that we don’t know what to do with gets trapped inside our hearts and minds. It tears us apart even more if we think that we are the only ones struggling with it. We feel isolated, crazy, or maybe like a freak. When we hear that someone else hurts in the same way we do, it eases the tension and gives us that much needed reassurance that we are not alone in this world.

                If we hear about someone’s success and that is all we hear, it is easy to think that they achieved it out of some uncontrollable luck that was graced upon them. We might think, “Why am I not so lucky? Am I not good enough?” It can lead to feeling inferior, which can lead to giving up. However, if we hear the struggles a person has to get to a success, and we realize that they had to battle all of the same human struggles that we are going through ourselves, then it may just inspire us to keep the hope and keep fighting.


                If we can accept that pain exists and do not shy away from it, then we can use it to our advantage. Instead of avoiding pain, we can put our energy into a specific type of pain in order to achieve an outcome.

“How can we do this?!” you ask excitedly in your skepticism. Let me give you an example:

 Should we never exercise or eat healthy, our bodies will eventually have health problems and be in pain. However, if we exercise and eat healthy, it may be a painful process now, but it’s pain that will achieve something in the long run.   

You see, pain is still part of the equation, but in this scenario, we can choose which pain we are willing to suffer with. When we embrace the pain, we can then ask the question: What type of pain will lead us to a productive outcome?


                There will, of course, be pain that we have no control over, which I won’t deny is a huge source of our pain. When this happens, we still have options. We can use one of our proven blocking of pain listed at the beginning, which is sure to feel safe and produce no outcome, or we can channel it into something that we care about.

Channeling pain is part of what makes art so beautiful and alive. For instance, how a sad song can be medicine for our spirits, or how a stand-up comic can bring a laugh to an otherwise horrifying situation. These things can fill our souls and make us feel like we have purpose. This is more than just a hobby to keep us from being bored. It brings vibrancy and color to an otherwise dull existence.

                What kind of passion should we choose? Get ready for the answer to this because it is the most exciting part of it all: Anything. Anything done with heart can change hearts and minds if we have the courage to make ourselves vulnerable and authentic with it.

                What fills us with love? What fills us with fire? What are we willing to suffer for?

                Life is pain – and so is passion. If pain is always going to be part of the equation, then let’s find our passion and unapologetically dive into that which makes being alive worth it.

A Bad Day – by Mia Savant

A Bad Day

By Mia Savant

It was a bad day.

Not terrible

Not the worst

Just absent of good.

Terrible would be better.

At least with terrible

You give yourself permission to be sad.

You let your body moan in the agony

Free to let the tears roll

You bathe in the emotions.

Bad days you know it’s ok

But you can’t enjoy that fact.

You know this moment will pass

But that’s not the point.

There’s nothing to even talk about –

A mediocre emptiness.

Mediocrity dries up the soul.

Guilt washes over your mind

For such a petty complaint.

Logic persuades the absurdity

To long for pain to feel better?

But It’s not a longing for pain

Rather, pain can be felt

Which would be better

Than an empty moment.

A bad day is simply a day

Where you misplaced the feeling

Of being alive.

Poems by Anna O’Loughlin

I am so excited to share with you a tasty treat from my good friend, Anna O’Loughlin! Anna has many artistic skills, but today I get the pleasure of sharing some of her beautiful poetry.

Anna has used her skills to propel her into an admirable career of teaching. She has taught countless dance and piano classes, but currently she works in Korea as an English teacher. She developed such a love for the Korean culture and the people there can’t help but love her right back. The children she teaches, who endearingly refer to her as, “Anna Teacher,” get a chance to experience the fun and creative way that she sees the world. She combines  structured self-discipline with laughter and creative expression, which is nothing short of impressive.

During our childhood, Anna and I would both practice and perform music together. What a joy it was to learn music and experiment with her. Oh, the hours we would spend in front of a piano, singing and sharing each other’s work. Over the years, as life has put us in different parts of the world, our jam sessions haven’t been as frequent as I would prefer, but every opportunity that comes up is still just as thrilling.

Without further ado, I will leave you to enjoy the work of one amazing individual:




Bones and Rust

By Anna O’Loughlin


We’re all just bones and rust

Trying to fall in love

Holding bloody hearts in our hands

Wondering if anyone understands

How it feels to be one of a kind

Just like everyone else

It makes us lose our minds

We’re just bones and rust

Bones and rust


Let’s watch each other with questioning eyes

Let’s pick a lover to let inside

Let’s cling together like it’s enough

As we go from dust to dust

We’re all just bones and rust

Bones and rust


We know where we’re going

Trudging to our graves

Wondering what the point of living is anyways

Let’s ask those questions and turn our heads

When the answers aren’t what we expect

Let’s try to follow what is true

Let’s give up when we find out that it’s

Too hard

Too far

Let’s lose heart and let go of love


We’re just bones and rust

Going from dust to dust

We’re just bones and rust

Bones and rust




Wild Boy

By Anna O’Loughlin


I saw him once

That Wild Boy

Staring back at me through the glass

Caught like a moment in time

Wide eyed and ready to run

I blinked and he was gone


I think about him now and then

That Wild Boy

Is he searching for someone?

Someone who isn’t afraid to see him through the glass

And keeps coming back


His smile is crooked and a little bit wicked

Not beautiful, no, but still

There’s something true in his gaze

It makes me question what I know

It makes me hesitate


Will he come back for me?

I want to see those eyes

Make that crooked smile grow wide

Put my hands up to the glass and hold him fast

I want to see what happens when I let a Wild Boy inside