The Story Of Pain

The thing about pain is that it demands to be felt. It demands you to open your arms and welcome it. It demands you to let it touch you, touch every single cell in your body, run through your veins like blood, like tears out of your eyes, before it truly leaves you. I guess accepting that you’ve been hurt and you are hurting is the first step to healing. Embrace it. Let it revel in every inch of your body and soul. That’s how you rebuild, that’s how you grow. And sorry to break it to you, but love, each pain is bigger than the one before, not in relation to the person but in magnitude. You can either run from it and oh, it’ll catch up on you faster than you think. Or you can bury your head in it’s lap, feel it, ache because of it until you become a more indestructible self. 

I could write about pain and conceal it with beautiful expressions of language and make you think of pain as beautiful as poetry. I could trick you into thinking that it is beautiful to dwell in pain, that it is beautiful to ache. But it isn’t. It is dark. It is lonely. It consumes you in and out before it leaves you. It breaks you, tears you apart for the world needs you open. 

But darling, if anything, pain is liberating. It is more liberating than happiness ever will be. It breaks down all the barriers you’ve held upon. Every time it touches you, it widens your mind’s horizons and lastly when it leaves you utterly and completely vulnerable, that’s when life hits you. That’s when you come one step closer to who you were always destined to be. That’s when you come one step closer to understanding life, how it is not always sunshine and rainbows and it’s okay. That’s when you will finally accept the bittersweet truth of life. And someday, maybe ten years down the line, you’ll realise that pain was the alchemist of your story all along!

Also, just a friendly reminder, please don’t compare your pain to someone else’s. Pain is a very personal experience and every person has their own threshold for it. Comparing the magnitude of one’s pain to yours not only belittles their experience, but also their capacity to go through it. That does no good to anybody. If you can’t be there for somebody, don’t be there at all. That’s help enough :)

Succinctly yours.. Khushi!