heart may stand in the sun, so must you know pain.
And could you keep your heart in wonder at the
daily miracles of your life, your pain would not seem
less wondrous than your joy;
And you would accept the seasons of your heart,
even as you have always accepted the seasons that
pass over your fields.
And you would watch with serenity through the
winters of your grief.
Much of your pain is self-chosen.
It is the bitter potion by which the physician within
you heals your sick self.
Therefore trust the physician, and drink his remedy
in silence and tranquillity:
For his hand, though heavy and hard, is guided by
the tender hand of the Unseen,
And the cup he brings, though it burn your lips, has

 Again, allow yourself to fully feel your pain, don’t shy away from it: experience it and move on. Trust the doctor who can heal your wounds. Trust  your own soul . 
 One of my favorite rock bands,  Weatherbox , wrote a beautiful set of lines at the end of their song suite “Tripping The Life Fantastic.” 
 
 Oh, to understand You must spend time alone To comprehend You must spend time alone To be together We must spend time alone 
 And I am the only thing that’s controlling My functions, my habits, and hands… We’ve become breathlessly dark And we’re coming up for light 
 
 Those lines speak to Kahlil’s intent. You need to realize that you are, to use  William Ernest Henley ’s words, “the captain of your soul.” If you need time alone to listen to your instincts, then so be it: seclusion and silence have been tricks of the trade in every religion for thousands of years.
On Pain