On Pain and its Place in our Lives

[The Voice of Time]

As a kid you might find yourself curiously exposing yourself to known danger and hurt, but past some age (in presumably healthy children) you will no longer have the big reactions (like screaming as if you're dying after a little cut in your finger) and even with great knowledge you'd still expose yourself to hurt... we talking about physical hurt here. For instance you might climb a small hill knowing that you'd likely scratch yourself at some point while ascending the sharp rocks and coarse soil.

As an adult, and I think for most of my later childhood/time of being teenager, I found that although I would not hurt myself to any particularly great degree, I would still easily sacrifice myself for little pieces of pain, at some times I would even cause myself very slight pieces of non-damaging pain just because I was bored (and needed to check whether I was actually still there? Hard to know why, so I'll just go for that as an explanation) ^^

So, pain, seems to be a part of our lives, and sometimes we might even welcome it. In a sense pain is not actually "negative", UNLESS, it gets in excess. It's like that episode of Game of Thrones when the Imp sends the psychotic King Joffrey his present of two girls, and Joffrey asks the one girl to spank the other, and then he asks for harder, up to a certain point when the woman says something along the lines of "if we go harder, My Lord, the pain will take over the pleasure". But! It was always about pain! What is she talking about? She is, I presume, talking about excess!

Sometimes I spank myself with an improvised whip because I'm bored, and I too have noticed that it's always painful... but in a calming almost meditative manner if you are feeling bored or perhaps want to relieve yourself from stress by focusing on something else.

So may it be, that pain is a natural part of our lives not in the sense that sooner or later you're gonna feel pain and that's just how it is... no, but in the sense that we need a little bit of it to get that feedback loop of "I sense, I am blablabla, I sense, I am blablabla, I sense, I am blablabla", that loop that tells you that you are alive and that keeps you in contact with the world...? In a way, that there has to be some noticeable, but small, discomfort, in order to appreciate at all being alive? Because if you didn't feel that discomfort, wouldn't your senses relax to such a degree that over time they didn't notice the world they were touching and feeling?

Is it possible to live if all your felt was comfort? Would your body be able to function if it didn't have... call it an anti-thesis... to work against? Something to compare itself to so as to know what it is to do... can simple ordinary touch, the tactile sense, do it? Or the perfect level of sound (never too loud)? Or the most clean (not producing any bad feelings) surface to see?