You would not know of badness,
You would not know what is wrong,
Or what is right
You would not know of darkness in the mind,
Or light in the soul
You would not know the coldness of ice,
Or the heat of a flame
You would not know about that feeling called sadness,
Or the one called happiness
You would not have been criticized by the ones that do not matter,
Or praised by the ones who do
You would not have anything to prove to others,
Or to yourself
You would not have shed tears,
Or laughed till it hurt
You would not have known of struggle,
Or the strength you possess
You would not express hatred,
You would not know death,
Pain occurs so that we may have knowledge.
We would know nothing.
Is pain not better than nothing?