Sometimes I wonder about the nature of pain and its place in our lives.
Pain has so many faces and many more effects on the way we choose to live, behave and feel.
However, there are times when I wonder if pain is really overrated. As human beings we tend to signify everything that happens to us in a way that ALL we deal with should somehow be grand, important, meaningful. We hang on to our misery (whatever the hell that might be at the time), we cling to it, like it is so significant that our lives depend upon it. We hang on for dear God, when in fact maybe, just maybe we should all but forget all kinds of nasty shit that comes our way, and just be really happy that we are simply alive. And then perhaps maybe, we could see that there are SO many things we could see, we could do, think and feel, so many things that we could BE, that are so much better and far more important than our misery, the one we keep savouring like some long forgotten treasure. There could be an infinite number of emotions, an infinite amount of pleasure and happiness waiting for us just around the corner. And all we'd have to do is pay some fucking attention instead of focusing on all the petty things that consume our days!
Could it be? Could it be that we should just leave everything bad behind and just turn the page, as if it never happened? Could it be that we should just live every day like it was our first and last at the same time? Like we ought to dedicate ourselves to NOW, instead of what HAS been and what IS to come? Could this be it?
It sounds too fucking simple.
But... what if it IS that fucking simple?
Pain has so many faces and many more effects on the way we choose to live, behave and feel.
However, there are times when I wonder if pain is really overrated. As human beings we tend to signify everything that happens to us in a way that ALL we deal with should somehow be grand, important, meaningful. We hang on to our misery (whatever the hell that might be at the time), we cling to it, like it is so significant that our lives depend upon it. We hang on for dear God, when in fact maybe, just maybe we should all but forget all kinds of nasty shit that comes our way, and just be really happy that we are simply alive. And then perhaps maybe, we could see that there are SO many things we could see, we could do, think and feel, so many things that we could BE, that are so much better and far more important than our misery, the one we keep savouring like some long forgotten treasure. There could be an infinite number of emotions, an infinite amount of pleasure and happiness waiting for us just around the corner. And all we'd have to do is pay some fucking attention instead of focusing on all the petty things that consume our days!
Could it be? Could it be that we should just leave everything bad behind and just turn the page, as if it never happened? Could it be that we should just live every day like it was our first and last at the same time? Like we ought to dedicate ourselves to NOW, instead of what HAS been and what IS to come? Could this be it?
It sounds too fucking simple.
But... what if it IS that fucking simple?
2 comments:
hm....
it could be.
Being so sad this period, I have still the ability to realise that I m blessed with a bulk of other things that certainly outvalue the cause of my pain. And I m glad u feel the same...
However, at the same time, what's wrong with living the pain too? If we are mature enough to understand that this pain is something contemporary and only a small endnote in the chapters of our lives, then...it seems absolutely safe to surrender to it; and, apparently, be taught a great deal by it...
Yes, that's what I'm saying too.
Live it, experience the pain, by all means. We all should. It's called LIVING.
Just don't surrender to it completely. Don't make our whole lives the focus of that pain. We should learn all we can and take what we want from it, but it will eventually pass by anyway.
Don't surrender to it. Make truce, and move on.
It might be that simple...
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