Pleasure and Pain

Pleasure,
the nectar of life.
The pot of gold
at the end
of lifes rainbow.
The driving force
behind all we do.

The pleasure of
the job well done.
The job of life,
a difficult job
to say the least.

The pleasure of meeting
the goals of life.

Happiness,
self-satisfaction,
a feeling of self-worth.

Doing for the ones loved.
Bringing a smile to the faces of
the ones loved ,the joy,
the pleasure unmeasurable.
Life at its finest.

Oh, the power these feelings have
over the soul.

Should it all come naturally?
Some say so.
It is expected by most.

Those who forget about the human factor.
Man is known for his imperfections.

Perfection, a goal that can never be met.
The best one can hope for is to
keep the mistakes in ones life down to a minimum.
A task more easily said than done.

The mistakes.
Oh , the mistakes one makes
and the pain they bring.
Pain that must be
avoided at all cost.

The one and only way
to avoid this pain.
To stop living.

With a potential for pleasure,
always comes a potential for pain.
The greater the potential for pleasure,
The greater the potential for pain.

There is no getting around
this cold cruel fact.

Those who have the most,
have the most to lose.

Should we play it safe,
this game of life?

Should we sit on the side lines
and watch others win or lose.

No, not this human being.
I will take the gamble,
and should I stumble and fall,
I will get up and brush myself off
and get back in the game.

For it is better to have played the game
and lost than never play at all.

A game unplayed can never be won.

A winner does not always win,
but never gives up,
always in the game.