The final mystery is oneself. When one has weighed the sun in the balance, and measured the steps of the moon, and mapped out the seven heavens star by star, there still remains oneself. Who can calculate the orbit of his own soul?
Listen to your pain’s symphony, dance to it, make up your own lyrics and then sing your pain out. When you’re done singing, realize the inspiration your pain has offered as well as the creativeness it has pulled out of you. Rely on your pain and appreciate it. It is a potential of power