It is easy to be washed up by changing tides of thoughts, especially when there’s pain to feel. Already washed up to the shore by then pain. But, attached to it is the obligation of feeling.
Our ability to choose whether to acknowledge or ignore the pain is based on both, the amount of pain and our ability to sink into its depth. Our resilience also plays a role but I am yet to decipher completely whether it joins hands with entropy or growth.
I am not singing of masochism, but not being able to feel pain is also a painful experience, one that not only hurts but also crushes you. It’s a bigger rock than the pain itself. Pain is where conscious changes teams and partners with the ego, singing songs of rebellion together.
Mausoleums of grief and regret start popping up on top of this rock and numbness becomes the biggest pain
