What sort of pain do you willfully seek after?

Even though I have a high threshold of pain, it still hurts a lot, and I have endured enough of it in my life, thank you! I am very resilient to adversity, but I sure don’t try to make it more difficult than it needs to be!

On first reflection, I think, only the pain that relieves an itch.

Exercise-weight lifting. No pain, no gain.

I think this is a BRILLIANT question, @mazingerz88

Nostalgia, grief. Melancholia. I LOVE these intense feelings, even though they can hurt to the pith and core of one’s being.

When I was in my mid and late teens, the pain of being jilted, breaking up, or unrequited love. really hurt. Be that as it may, I would kind of like to experience it now, It is far preferable to feelings of despair such as homelessness or mental decline, which are NOT good to feel.

@Yellowdog Took me two years straight when I was in my mid-20s to recover after I got dumped big time. Changed me forever. The way I see how I should love and be loved. I followed it accordingly and often think I have no regrets yet I couldn’t consider it a real success. I think things somehow got twisted in my head.

One never really realizes how limited our chances are in our attempts to have what we perceived as reasonably productive life until the finish line is literally less than inch away from our eyeballs. I take solace in the knowledge I never stopped trying to be USEFUL to others and to myself.

But yeah, pain. Letting it in once in a while is usefully cathartic. Sometimes I open the floodgates by willingly visualizing the memories in full color and high resolution even. Lol Sometimes through listening to music that were guaranteed triggers.

I go to sleep at night knowing I will wake up to yet another day of pain.
I endure the pain, because to stop it would require I stop living. I don’t enjoy or welcome my pain.
It is my most constant companion.
It shapes my life.
What I accomplish in a day is determined by it.
Whether or not i get to eat is determined by it.
It controls the amount of sleep I get.

The sweet hot pain of a habanero.

I spent about 25 years on a skateboard. And not rolling around on a longboard with big soft wheels. Actual going as fast as I could trying to do flips off sets of stairs taller than I am. I wasn’t very good. And I fell a lot.

You learn to fall. And the falls are instant. Your feet stop in a second and your torso keeps going until your face hits the ground. One time I fell and hit my face and my glasses snapped and part of the frame sort of got lodged under the skin between my forehead and skull. A friend had to pull it out. Between the trip to the ER and getting new glasses that was a expensive afternoon. The doctor said I was lucky it didn’t go into my eye.

A smart person might have stopped. I just learned to fall. No thought needed anymore. My hands will cover my face at any indication that something is wrong.

Pretty much every-night I would go to bed in pain.. Why did I do this to myself? Because when you spend a week on a trick and finally, cleanly land it the high is soooo good that it erases all the pain it took to get there.

I honestly don’t think that I do. I feel like I have had so much pain in my life, I do everything I can to seek out peace and comfort as much as I can. I don’t avoid those feelings, don’t get me wrong, but I don’t go looking for them, either. Leaning into the ones I already have is plenty.

I like to feel the burn when hiking/mountain biking and the soreness afterwards I consider satisfying. I wouldn’t say I seek out pain, though. It’s just that if there is some discomfort that follows something I consider to be an accomplishment, I’m okay with that.

The pain that will follow after my dogs die. The more I think about it the more I wish I hadn’t got on this ride.