Emotionally, there is two.
Love & Pain.
These are the two main force that drives a mind's direction and personality. If a man is a work of art, then pain and love is the painter itself. Its the drive that mould the person. Of course, in the process there are choices and a million other scenarios. When the million other scenarios plays out, our mind takes in the essence of the play, and whatever we feel, its ultimate force is pain and love itself. Alpha and Omega, Pain and Love. They are opposites, they cannot cancel each other. But what it can do is to outmatch each other in magnitude.
Pain makes us grow.
Pain makes us sad.
Pain makes us insane.
Pain makes us introvert.
Pain makes us kill.
Pain makes us dream.
Pain makes us do so much, you might actually see it as a negative force itself. But its not, sure its' role is played much more in the black days, but like all forces, the magnitude counts. The directions it push us to is the consequent of the magnitude itself. Pain helps us to learn, pain makes love worthwhile. Pain is necessary.
Love.
What about it?
Its tasteless, it make you clueless, it makes mothers strong, it makes up as the fire passion that humankind desires in a form or another. Sure its positive. So positive it may blind your sights. So beautiful of a heaven, that when dark skies set in, one may not adjust to the darkness itself. So beautiful that even the sane can turn insanely obsessed.
Where is the balance? The balance still lies in the very paper and base we are cultured in. The limit of pain and love is different for all people. Some can take a thermometer degree, some crack, some take the degree of it so much they are immune of such low degree. It all lies in the dirt we are grown from and the soil we are home now.
The question is.... Then the degree rises, how much can you take before you crack?
If you do crack, will there be enough of the opposite to bring you back over the edge???...........
