To experience pure pleasure

must we suffer deep pain?

What good is the warmth of summer, without the cold of winter to give it sweetness.

I’ve read that evidence suggests pain may actually enhance the pleasure and happiness we get from life. The argument goes like this: without pain life becomes boring and dull. If we are given all the chocolate in the world, we would soon forget what it was that made our desire for chocolate so desirable in the first place.

By definition a permanent state of pleasure would not be pleasurable. We need something other than pleasure, for pleasure to compare to. But must it be pain? Could it not just be normality?

Must we take the rough to get the smooth…

Author: Anna Bidoonism

Poems, prose & literary analysis—this is who I am.

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