The grey clouds creep into the cerulean sky, weaving through the skyscrapers that encircle the park and warning of a downpour to come. It's perfect for the mood I'm in today. Not that I'm dreary, but I'm full of apprehension, knowing full well that I'm throwing myself to the lions and praying with my every breath that they don't devour me whole.
There's a big part of me that knows that my heart is in more danger than my body, but it's been a long time since I've been on the receiving end of a bullwhip. Pain tolerance is a funny thing. It's relative. Pain becomes easier to endure over time, once you make peace with it-- submit to it. You'll find that sometimes, pain can be your ally. And once you've endured pain that is deeper than the pain that came before it - the earlier pain lessens. It may even feel trivial.
