Physical pain is easier to see than emotional pain. It is easier to define, understand, and usually the proof would be in front of you, but what about the emotional pain? If someone has a broken leg, we can pretty much imagine the pain. But what about the emotional pain? How can we measure that? Do we measure the tear drops, or can we judge by the gloom on the face? Is there such thing as the level of gloominess?

I think emotional pain is so hard to see, and that people should be giving this a priority than physical pain, because something can usually be done about physical pain. Emotional pain is funny because it plunges at you when you don't need it, and spoils the chances of enjoying that moment the person is in. Time is lost because of emotions. And women carry much more than men. I find that this is not taken care of as much as it should be, and that is why there is a distinct difference between a man and woman.

Men on the other hand are better masters of their emotions. Of course this may not be true in all cases, but this is my general assumption. There are always exceptions to theories. My proposal is that if women are taught better to handle their emotional pain and men to better demonstrate their emotional pain, the lack of understanding between the two species can be minimized. Perhaps women need to speak less and men more.

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I want to be free. I want to live unperturbed by conditions set by mankind. I want to embrace joy and sadness in equal valor, giving neither prominence nor neglect to either one. I want to seek grace by accepting any and every emotion offered to me on a palate by life. I want to seek grace in every step, hoping that after each walk I open gates of understanding.

Understanding leads me to the freedom I seek. I started with getting to know myself. What do you seek?

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