Hurt. . .are you really? Hurt, pain, grief – does it really exist? Do we really feel as if hundreds of knives have been stabbed into our hearts? Do we really go through pain as if needles are pierced into us? Do we feel hurt, betrayed by every single thing? Are we a paper that once crushed can’t be brought into its original self? Or can’t we be a cloth that can be ironed and can be worn a second time? Is it so that second times can’t be true?
Hurt, some might have never come across that feeling while the others feel it consuming them away. Grief does exist and it does vary from being hurt. It is not a synomyn for hurt or pain as a matter of fact. Grief is an emotional cause of depression, a keen mental suffering, but hurt can be physically painful and mentally straining. Hurt does exist but it can never be so bad that we lose hope, that we choose to give up.
The results of X and XII are up in India. It is a festival for the scholars but what for an average mark gainer? What about them? Because of this society, their reproachful eyes, would not they feel hurt?
Yes they do. They have every right to be. But feeling grief-struck could lead to dangerous consequences. The mockery is momentary and they need to learn to be unaffected. You have no connections with them. I might not be a tenth grader yet and so they might say that I can’t feel the pressure. But I know people who have been through this. And trust me tenth and twelveth graders, suicide is not the option. No universal force has the power to break us down except that within us. When we have so many people at our back, helping us, supporting us and caring for us, suicide is no justice. Neither to these people, nor to us, our body or our soul.
A hundred knifes do stab us when we are hurt. Parents of those who have committed suicides do feel that. They have put in millions and millions of efforts to nurture you into a good human without expecting anything back. I had recently held a small tiny baby in my arms and the time stopped for me. The bundle of joy suddenly meant more than anything else in the world. She made a sweet place in my heart without even opening her eyes. For me she meant so much without even she being my creation, my flesh. And that made me think about the feeling her mother must have felt when she must have embraced her. I certainly couldn’t really decipher the feeling that must have rushed though her and her husband. And those kids with parents who must have gone through the same feelings simply gave up their effing lives. Is it that easy? I feel nothing is more hurtful than losing your child.
Failed Love Stories are another reason of pain and hurt. She love him. He loved her. He found another her. And she was left alone. Then, she left the world for the one who left her. Needles pierce and then hurt. But it is temporary. Just as the needle pierces in and comes out while sewing the cloth so does the needles that cut through the heart. It comes out and sews the heart into a much more prettier piece than the plain cloth that it was earlier. Hurt and feeling painful for every thing is not understood. It is irrational. It is a mental disorder and one should surely consult a psychologist. That’s it for the post. Pain is omnipresent but the overcomers are the champions.
Lots of love,