It came in different colors and therefore different waves.
Every color is as unique as its shade, so was its hurt.
A simple version would be the difference between having a headache and a bruised knee.
Or having a burn and a broken heart from the loss of a loved one.
However, each and every one was unique in its own right.
In fact, it was okay to say that it was special.
After all, even if it was the prick of a needle or multiple needles, it was still pain.
An acknowledgement of its existence was vital to understanding why it was felt and how it should be enjoyed.
For most, pain just happens and stays the same.
It was like using a cheat to suddenly get to the finish line. Or using a Helicopter to reach the peak of a mountain.