Mediocrity is important dress
Seneca
On the other's pain is far and sometimes question to ask. When done, you look straight in the face trying to identify and savor every gesture. Who looks the other's pain in the mirror and sometimes does greedily looks the same look of someone who finds a treasure. The question of knowledge is tacit (How does it feel, how is it?) They question are immortal, they will never have pain, they are immune and are afraid. It's a quiet moment that God forbid or God forbid.
The pain is the loss of a loved one. Sometimes they are many, when these tragedies - natural or not, and there is pain when others violate our rights (invented by the culture in which we live) or when the people you want or general attack us, we fuck life.
When you have a great pain usually those who suffer directly as well as viewers, we do not know what to do, because we have trained for it. We do not know how to deal with loss and pain they cause and for this reason that even those who have suffered, are attacked by the mirror that returns the image fearful of suffering.
We claim, gossip on the how, when and over, because the pain of another is said to have not passed there. I have come to wonder how it was, where he was, what will I do, what does my family and once even asked me why I lived. As one knows not handle such situations and somehow hoped that these questions do not come and that is precisely the contribution of others, in such cases is answered with the first thing that pops into one's head, is usually the truth. The reaction is sincerity and then answer questions from other gossip, the other is falling, it is perhaps to recount what you said and what is going to have bad, with notes and everything, things that one has not intended to imply or even not have said.
And one, the mourner, is left alone, neglected, and remorseful, feeling worse and imagining that other counting your life, your pain, the most frivolous and inappropriate, with people who may not know or if any of you have seen once. People gossip will savor these moments of pain and maybe when you look around and you unhealthy or if you're black or if you head down and even if you're fat or thin you will be excused because the look you are going to say yes I saw her, is thin, finished it with what happened before is that it's okay right? Poor thing.
reactions are also more impossible, the above are the daily bread. There are fuck you life. Those who at all costs want attention, they want you to forget your pain from one day to another at any cost and you behave well - like a stupid picture, similar to what they represent - those without pain who have not matured , those who never even grow a personal and painful experience of others.
remember how in those days of pain reliably put me to do things and I had the luxury of not, to think, to pick me up and recover, as the animals sick. To grow, to observe nature and civilization, culture, train with the experience. To do all the amazing things that human beings are capable and which reproached me wondering (but you changed me, but what's wrong, but, but bla bla bla) I do not understand people, I made a one side and attacked me why? Are you so afraid to have to deal with something culturally unknown? Both will not even want to see up close, as they are unable to accept it? seriously are the center of the world those gossips miserable, lonely lives of onlookers envious of neurotic and selfish.
Everything and everyone and everything changes again after the pain and the pain and for some this experience is valuable because it is looking beyond the mirror mirror to reflect you touched you.
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Based on a work at cafedelatarde.blogspot.com . 
