In my dictionary pain is best defined as the acute feeling of mental, physical and/or emotional drainage that you feel when faced with loss. It could be a loss of any kind- a relationship, a loved one, or as it happens mostly in my case, the death of a dream. Dreams are by their very nature, flawed. We imagine, aspire and desire a lot in the empty canvas of our minds, unaware that there lie monsters in the form of circumstances who often hide in the darkness and attack us when we least expect it. This leads to pain, sadness and depression. Pain is the wound we often hide in smiles, tears, hugs, kisses, beneath closed eyes, a chattering tongue, a useless relationship, alcohol, sex, drugs, et al. Ultimately, the veil is lifted and we are made to face our innermost demons and that day our world comes crashing down.
We lash out at pain, we curse it, we detest it, and more often that not, we tend to avoid it at all costs. Thus pain becomes a mental block, a hideous skeleton in the closet of our minds, a perplexed dosage of insanity closed off by mental stature and limited by the beating of our hearts. Does pain really ever have an end? Not really! It changes its form and decides to sink beneath our consciousness but it never dies. It only fades away from our memory but its presence as an entity is eternal. It lives and feeds on our fears and produces guilt. We have all seen the repercussions of being born out of guilt- it does not let you breathe. It chooses the most vulnerable and attacks them till the last ounce of happiness in them dies.
And when you are lonely and hurting, pain becomes your mate. It always leaves its mark. It always leaves you wanting for more. It is the strongest anti-dote to peace and complacency and the biggest motivator for poets, dreamers and writers to fall into the trap it once set- and there is its rebirth, from one ignited mind to another. Where there is a dream, there is pain.
We lash out at pain, we curse it, we detest it, and more often that not, we tend to avoid it at all costs. Thus pain becomes a mental block, a hideous skeleton in the closet of our minds, a perplexed dosage of insanity closed off by mental stature and limited by the beating of our hearts. Does pain really ever have an end? Not really! It changes its form and decides to sink beneath our consciousness but it never dies. It only fades away from our memory but its presence as an entity is eternal. It lives and feeds on our fears and produces guilt. We have all seen the repercussions of being born out of guilt- it does not let you breathe. It chooses the most vulnerable and attacks them till the last ounce of happiness in them dies.
And when you are lonely and hurting, pain becomes your mate. It always leaves its mark. It always leaves you wanting for more. It is the strongest anti-dote to peace and complacency and the biggest motivator for poets, dreamers and writers to fall into the trap it once set- and there is its rebirth, from one ignited mind to another. Where there is a dream, there is pain.
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