sometimes, addiction is a bad thing. I am speaking about the addiction to pain.
Like too much of yoga practice, you will have pain, frustration, but still, you would come back for more since nothing else makes you feel more acute to your inner environment like the feeling of pure physical pain.
Most of the time we spend in our everyday life is somewhat floating and passing from one moment to the next. Always something happen, or some things to do that distracts us. Easily, a day or a month goes by without making a fuss.
But when you are in pain, EVERY second counts. Every bits of you crying for stop and by then you are ready to trade everything to get yourself a brief break. Selling souls sounds plausible. When in pain, your visions are 20 20; you see the pores on your right knee cap; the milky sweat smears evenly on the eyelids, the next second it will sting your eyes; your burning eyes see the green green leaf dangling on the tip of the tree outside the "free world" and then hundreds of perfect round sun piercing right back at you.
After the torture, you sink back into your usual drowsiness/ something of a air-con room in the summer day kind of feeling. Day dreaming your life away. Making elusive plans for the next meals, next day or some silly jokes for a laugh. But secretly, you are just waiting for the next session of pain to come.
