Pain is interestingly refreshing. It adds perspective. Those fuzzy blurred lines in the horizon that come into focus, like readjusting the zoom of your camera lens. The complete sync in mind body and soul is something you can’t ignore to see. If your head hurts it could be very well because of all the crazy stress. If your heart aches it could be because of a love thing. If you are mind f***ed, it could be because of a pain in your body.
We are so connected in the 6 human basics, as I choose to call them. The intellect, the mind, the heart, the body, the soul and the spirit. The blend is so perfect, that a small imbalance in one can have a skyrocketing impact on the others. It is amazing how we work. How it huts and how the pain sinks in. Slowly eating into the very essence of being, of existence, of life.
It creeps in, going up a few notches every second and then turns the body mind and soul into a burning edifice. It starts from anywhere and ends at anything. It could begin in your toes and climb up or it could start in your brain and eat into your insides. The fact being, how will you fight it? How will you fight a pain? Was pain designed to be fought? You can escape it, yes, there are escape routes, pain killers and drugs to dullen it. But can you avoid it? Can you side step it or ignore it?
Try to endure pain, try to block it, try to ignore it, try to smother it, try to embrace it, no matter what you do, it gets the better of you. It drives you to suicide, to death, to craving for an end to it. It is the hopeless state, one of sheer helplessness. What can one do? One is a mere spectator in the dance led by life and directed by pain, choreographed with sheer excellence enough to leave you baffled at the ways it works.
It leaves you with scars of experience that are scorching in the least. Experience of something that is so personal that no one else beyond the boundaries of your skin and mind can ever fathom. Pain is something that you can never share. You cannot make a person understand or feel the pain you feel. The pain that leaves you shaken and wise to the ways of parallel realities. No one can ever take pain away from you. It is solely yours to do what you please.
In pain all you can do is live one moment at a time and breathe hoping that you will forget the last moment and the moments to come with more pain promised. Every waking hour or even in sleep you pine away for a peace you knew existed before the pain hit you and knocked you cold. Knocked you cold of feeling and sensation of happiness and peace, now so alien, you forget what it felt like.
After a while you learn to live with it, you endure it and you slowly embrace it. You become pregnant with pain. A mixed bag of feelings. It gets addictive. If you have a painless moment you miss it. It is like the smell of perfume or odours, after a while you don’t realize. It is still there, it is still persisting, but you have gotten so used to it, you don’t sense it. It becomes a part of you, like your appendix, or maybe like your lungs or your pancreas. You don’t realize it’s a part of you until it changes. Yes, even pain is subject to change. It is inter - convertible. One pain can be converted to another. From a mind ache to a body ache to a soul ache to a spirit ache, and finally the ache of death.
Yes, the ache of death and dying, the ache of leaving behind, even undressing the garments of life, love and pain. The sheer ache of not existing in mortal boundaries, not feeling. Then there is the ache of calmness.
From birth to death, pain teaches to live and to fight your own battles. To learn to live with it. To tolerate and exist. So the next time it hurts, embrace it, its pain teaching the lessons of life and death.
Till death removes pain...
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