No Pain No Cone
“Dogs are wise. They crawl away into a quiet corner and lick their wounds and do not rejoin the world until they are whole once more.” ~Agatha Christie
Oh, to be a dog, eh?
But we humans rarely have that luxury, to crawl away into a quiet corner, to take time and solitude for solace in the face of daily duties and pressures.
We are required, often, to keep on keeping on, pushing our way through life and its pain, whether it be physical or emotional, trying to wash away our wounds with busy-ness.
Just keep moving.
And the world rewards it: only the strong survive; no pain, no gain; no cross, no crown.
Pain is promoted as necessary if one “is to succeed.”
Succeed at what? Life?
I don’t think so.
Pain is a part of life, yes, but it need not become the crutch on which we learn to lean as we limp along.
Struggle is a part of life, but not the point of it.
No pain, no gain is not a good enough reason to perpetuate problems in order to prove one’s strength.
Better to stop, rest, reflect and release. Come back whole—or at least on the mend.
Lick that wound long enough to clean it, but not so often and harshly that you create a “hot spot.”
That might require a cone put round your head—a dog’s nightmare.
Hard to lick anything with a plastic partition wrapped around your neck.
Which, come to think of it, might be a great idea for lots of people, too, especially now.