We all talk of it and have experienced it in some way or the other. The four letter P word figures very easily in our vocabulary till realisation strikes some times of pain greater than your own. I saw it recently on face of a friend I had to lie to after years of companionship. It was not his pain or mine. It just was one flame that engulfed our cores, stirred us to great depths, disconnected us from the whole world. Such is its power. Such is its effect. Be it an infant separated from mother or an old man who has his family by his death bed, they are connected with and by pain. No, this write up isn’t an account of ordeals I suffered in life or a self pity mission that I plan to achieve attention or empathy.
It’s a result of one of those pensive moments etched in words where I wonder what took me so long to explore or write down my relation with pain, how I see it, know it or just what I think of it.
Its deep. Its cheap. All have it and none wants it. Some bear it and a few bare it. Some enjoy and some abhor it. Pain comes in all forms – mental, physical and spiritual. A sudden capture or slow spiral descent into break down, pain accompanies a human from origin to the end. Its companionship yet is not praised, neither respected nor understood.
Be it the auditory assault of a friend’s heartbreak or sensory delight of an opera, pain is a constant with change. We all know that change is always painful but never acknowledge the fact that it is also the cause of all growth and development. Now to think isn’t Pain pained from all the years of abuse when it is a universal equaliser. Why isn’t the beauty of eyes filled with pain praised as much as a chuckle full of noise? Why do we all think that those who are immune to pains are lucky? wouldn’t life be numb and incomplete without it?
It was pain that made me struggle all these years, learn, work and never look back at the life of ignorance and misery that my distant suburb offered me. It was pain that made me let go of love and give it meaning much grander than togetherness. It is pain of hurting others, pain of wrong doings, pain of failures that leads me to right course everyday. It’s the pain of sanity and perfection that helps me fight stagnancy and choice of a mediocre existence. It is the pain that I feel that reverberates in my mind as decisions and determinations. I fight yet to get rid of the old pains and then deal with the new ones life brings. Moving from the pains of fitting in to pains of standing out, I know today that if pain is a four letter word – so is life.
It’s a result of one of those pensive moments etched in words where I wonder what took me so long to explore or write down my relation with pain, how I see it, know it or just what I think of it.
Its deep. Its cheap. All have it and none wants it. Some bear it and a few bare it. Some enjoy and some abhor it. Pain comes in all forms – mental, physical and spiritual. A sudden capture or slow spiral descent into break down, pain accompanies a human from origin to the end. Its companionship yet is not praised, neither respected nor understood.
Be it the auditory assault of a friend’s heartbreak or sensory delight of an opera, pain is a constant with change. We all know that change is always painful but never acknowledge the fact that it is also the cause of all growth and development. Now to think isn’t Pain pained from all the years of abuse when it is a universal equaliser. Why isn’t the beauty of eyes filled with pain praised as much as a chuckle full of noise? Why do we all think that those who are immune to pains are lucky? wouldn’t life be numb and incomplete without it?
It was pain that made me struggle all these years, learn, work and never look back at the life of ignorance and misery that my distant suburb offered me. It was pain that made me let go of love and give it meaning much grander than togetherness. It is pain of hurting others, pain of wrong doings, pain of failures that leads me to right course everyday. It’s the pain of sanity and perfection that helps me fight stagnancy and choice of a mediocre existence. It is the pain that I feel that reverberates in my mind as decisions and determinations. I fight yet to get rid of the old pains and then deal with the new ones life brings. Moving from the pains of fitting in to pains of standing out, I know today that if pain is a four letter word – so is life.
