Its hard to say. without knowin truth nor pain. i guess truth is the brick trying to break our delicate little greenhouses. but life is all about building a home isnt it? maybe we should be building houses of bricks, like the old tale.. but then the truth would be something more frightening, cause as they say, one cannot escape it..
so guess truth hurts, being the opposition to imaginary.. and life powering it. but it is perhaps a worthwhile kinda pain, like breathing fresh air after being inside for a while.