No pain, no gain. What you gain out of pain is pain. That could not possibly be a reason why people have to go through tremendous pain to gain something out of that pain. If you happened to be a masochist, I am not stopping you from reading this. But bear this in mind. Reading this might result in a syndrome whereby you decide not to be a masochist anymore and instead, a Samaritan. That would mean that you have lost your purpose in life. You are simply being manipulated by this syndrome and you can be disposed of anytime. That is, acting all heroic and show some little kids how to fly. Not fly a kite. The kite flies with you. Not just at any altitude, but one in which you will finally realise, from common sense that death looms below. At that moment, you regain your status as a masochist and try to force your way down. Plummeting into your demise. You feel the strong wind smashing your face and pleasure immediately sets in. You are about to die. And that's what most masochists fail to do. However, heaven dictates that you shall not die yet. A bird of your size flies past you. It was so fast that the hair on your head stood tall. Or maybe, it was just the wind. Moments later, you find yourself in a state of calm. And one such phrase came to mind. No pain, no gain. What this masochist has always wanted was death. But that was not the pain part. It was the gain. And the pain? It was having to suffer from the syndrome. The masochist fell, stood straight for hardly a second, collapsed and passed on. There was no blood and his kite was nowhere to be found. The masochist died in dignity. Before flying, he cut himself and make it such that he won't die that quickly. While in air, he constantly lost blood and he sucked whatever blood he could. He dislodged himself from the kite and went spiraling down. The kite was later struck by lightning. The masochist died.
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