When I was a child, I was always questioning why “bad” things existed.
Why God had invented “pain”, “fear”, “sadness” and so on?
We would be much happier if there was no such thing as fear, right? But then, I was explained that without fear I would not be alive today. If fear would not let me know my life is in danger when I approach a precipice, I would continue walking and probably fall to my death. But fear was there to stop me in time and keep me from jumping and getting killed or badly injured.
If that fear were not there to activate my instinct of conservation, then I would easily lose my hand when I cook or work with my electric saw. Or I could get easily killed by walking at night through dangerous places, etc.
So, that little voice is not that bad after all.
If pain wouldn´t make me take away my hand touches a hot surface, I wouldn’t be typing this right now.
If pain had not warned me that an electric machine was beginning to squeeze my foot, I would have let it there longer causing something to regret for the rest of my life.
Pain allowed my friend Joe to know in time, his intestine was having problems, alerting him to run to the hospital and getting an emergency surgery that saved his life.