'Out of the frying pan, and into the fire'.

When we think of the word ‘pain’, what it means to us as an individual person is already defined – as if it is an innate feeling; this negative pulse of bodily torment. We are subject to understanding its existence from an early age – as a toddler, we may fall down, and subsequently we are asked ‘are you in any pain?’, or ‘do you feel any pain in [insert such certain area]’. This question, together with the look of worry and anxiety, heeds us to question how we feel in that moment - and if it seems to match the worried expression we are being presented with, then yes, the only explanation for this is that ‘I am in pain’. Emotions felt and expressed on all different levels affect our outlook and acceptance of life and its issues – and this will always be the case.

What if we were born in a secluded world though? Alone, with no-one to influence our opinions and discoveries as we grew through our childhood – would pain still have the same meaning? Would it even exist? And when presented with the word as an adult, without ever having any previous connection to it, would we be able to understand what it universally is meant to mean in life?

This thought – this idea – is what helps to make me believe that everything that happens in life matters. Even the smallest of gestures or suggestions, can influence another’s mind, and morph their own beliefs into something completely unknown to them before, with hardly an awareness of it happening. Is this not life though? Is this not leaping out of the frying pan, and into the fire, in order to discover a whole new perspective of the world; a positive or negative change, which needlessly will happen if our life seems to will it? We let certain events change and influence our lives, and whether or not it is a conscious act, we humanly can not help it.

We either leap into the fire and take on the challenge, or we fall in and hope (to hell) we do not burn.