Higher.
Anguish is the bearer of news that something is amiss. We shoot the messenger on this one. We blame the feeling as the problem because it was the one sent to deliver the message. Being uncomfortable reminds us of what comfort is like. Anguish is the feeling that we are off the mark, we are in a tumultuous relationship against ourselves with nobody winning the battle. The discontent where we wish for peace, relaxation, where we believe lies all we want. The only reason we even look to what we had before was because we are missing it now. Now a shovel to the ground where the hole’s dirt no longer resides. The ground doesn’t even notice the dirt is there, but the hole is now apparent. Why do we do this to ourselves? Why must we miss something to appreciate what we once had and not until then? Why am I thankful for my legs only when I am reminded that there are people who served for this country who cannot use theirs. Does pain even exist, or is it the absence of contentment? A...