what doesnt kill us makes us bitter. i was used to be convinced that its funny &true. then after some time i learned that pain could also be a measure for individual growth, which, needless to say, points back to the original axiom, “what doesnt kill us makes us better.” not funny, but possibly adjacent to the truth. or at least the truth ive decided on putting my confidence to these days. so, having recently experienced a fairly-relatively-sort of-kind of pain, am i better? well, lets assess: i think im moderately resistant to heartaches now. im not sure i couldve made that claim a few months ago. ive also come to take in that the circumstances i used to think were major leagues, were not. troubles appear to be relative. if u have a big one, it makes all the others seem almost cute in comparison. &finally, when ur life takes u onto a promenade u couldnt have foreseen, its humbling. in a good way. its kind of the universe’ way of reminding u that while u may think u have the leading role in the movie of ur life, ure actually just a bit entrant trying to grab a tuna sandwich off the cafe counter when no one is looking.