“Hell needs not be constructed against the stereotypical background of raging conflagration and demons with horns.”
Indeed it doesn’t.
Hell can be literal. It can be metaphoric. It could be a hyperbole.
It does not need to be constructed against the dichotomous notion of heaven: there isn’t just Hell at one end and then Heaven at the other end. It is a continuous variable constructed on an imaginary HELL-HEAVEN spectrum. It can possibly look something like this:
Hell with Satan –> Hell without Satan –> Temporary Hell –> Kinda Hell –> Hyperbolic Hell –> Slightly morose life –> Neutral life –> Better than neutral life –> Good life! –> Semblance to Heaven –> Heaven? –> Heaven! –> Heaven with angels and harp
Okay, that was really a whole bunch of nonsense. If you read it and believed it, I feel so sorry for you buying all the nonsense that I have conjured out of nothing.
Oh, and just in case any religious zealots see this as a post condemning or insulting religion or what not, please don’t. By Hell and Heaven I am in no way referring to any religion. Instead imagine Hell and Heaven as in those in popular fiction novels and stuff like that. And if this post is going to offend you, please don’t read it and then allow yourself to be offended and then offend me back by sending me hate mails. (Although I do like reading hate mails.)
What was I saying?
Oh yes, Hell doesn’t have to be underground. (Yeah wonder why must hell be underground and heaven be up in the sky?? I mean, in the skies it is cold and freezing, and underground is warm and toasty. And of course underground you would have much less chance of falling and dying.)
Okay, I can’t even remember what I wanted to say. I wanted to tell you all that once I felt like I was in hell. For maybe a month to two? But then I found a coping mechanism which is pain.
It is not what you think. I wasn’t self-harming, so please don’t freak out.
I have a feeling that you are going to freak out anyway, so here is a disclaimer: I didn’t cut myself or anything like that or try to throw myself off stairs to deliberately injure myself. In fact I live a rather safe life watching out for traffic, avoiding cars, avoiding falling objects and treasuring my life.
What I meant is that I developed a higher tolerance for pain. Constructive pain, that is.
Do you remember when I fell off the bus when I was in JC1? My elbow and my knees were horribly mangled from the fall and I cried when I saw how bad it was. I had a lower tolerance for pain and blood then.
I think I am better now.
Which is a triumphant twist for me – it makes picking up new skills like skating and other-potentially-painful activities a lot easier.
Okay I will not digress from the topic.
Basically I discovered that I wasn’t as adverse to the whole idea of getting injured as I was before. And in the past couple of months, I have developed more bruises from skating practice than I have had in my entire adolescence life (starting from the point when I stopped tripping over my own feet).
I wasn’t particularly affected by the cuts, bruises and abrasions. Some of the injuries are worse, some better.
I am secretly proud of myself for being so emotionless in acquiring these bruises.
Physical bruises heal. It is all a matter of time.
The skills picked up are permanent.
So all in all, it is pretty much worth it.
So yep, I wasn’t very careful in trying to avoid falling or injuring myself during practice. I wasn’t being very safe. It was fine though, since I was still alive and kicking.
(I can’t remember what else to write, so I would end this post here.)