Pain smells like a beautiful flower gone bad, after hours of being plucked. Even though it's still the same flower, it's not. That's what pain feels like. A wish for something to not be like how it is. When you prefer to ignore the fact that something that was fresh once is ruined now, but somewhere you know it, is pain.
But you know what, there's something called hope. Hope is like a seed. That you can grow new flowers with. Takes time, but worth it.

- Kritika Jai Shri Radhey