Linda Lancashire Psychic

The Secret Of Joy Is The Mastery Of Pain

Hello Readers,

A person needs just three things to be happy in life and those are something to do, someone to love and something to hope for. Without pain, how could we know about joy? The most wasted of all days is one without laughter or meaning. A life without purpose is just a mere existence.

The true joy of love brings a thousand tears mixed with laughter, sprinkled with miracle whilst pain insists upon carefully nurturing and patience during the healing process. Everything can seem so slow and arduous, but nature cannot be rushed. Some love ceases to be a pleasure or even meaningful when it’s no longer a secret. We can love someone all our lives without them ever knowing. The unseen enemy is always the most fearsome because it cannot be understood. There are those who are meant to love us who are not always the ones who do. The world is full of forever friends, unrequited love, secrets, lies, clandestine meetings, excitement and heartache. The path of true love rarely runs smoothly.

Don’t let anything stop you from being who you are. Exhaustion tells you when you must rest and you only reach your limit when you can go no further. There is no pain so great as the memory of joy during present grief. Instead of thinking of all the misery, remember the beautiful things in life for they far outweigh the darkness. Find a place inside where there is joy, and that feeling will eventually burn out the pain. Shared joy is increased whereas shared pain is lessened. Our greasiest joy and greatest pain comes in our relationships with others. Everyone wants to protect their heart, but without pain, one can never know nor understand the true meaning of joy.

Love and Light,

Linda and The Lulas
xxx

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