Living with a pain is a constant battle. It impacts every area of your life, from managing day-to-day tasks to relationships and your job. It puts a strain on you physically, mentally, and emotionally.
So the first humane way to deal with pain is to hope that it heals / goes away.. may be with a little help at times.
How many times have you bumped your head as a kid and your parents used nothing but a little bit of water/ice and lots of love to make that pain go away ? Was it the water or the tight hug that made it go away ? Difficult question isn’t it ?
Some of the pain doesn’t heal and the only way to deal with it probably is to start coping with it or living with it. How much ever you start to learn to live with the pain , there are those trigger points when the pain becomes unbearable.
While there are the physical pains , the saddest moment do give you a pain equally unbearable . One of the biggest of such pains are when the people who gave you the best memories themselves become memories. That is when the burst of private tears leak out from the corner of your eyes and way all the way down the side of the cheek.
To beat the physical pains , we humans have through centuries have been extremely innovative , be that the opium back in the 16th century or OxyContin today . The question is what is the medicine to beat the emotional pain ?
One such pain point in my life was 7 years back on 29th July 2015 . A phone call at 3AM and then a long silence is what started that pain and I have been trying to cope up with that / live what that constantly over the last 7 years. I have been constantly thinking what would be the magic medicine to beat that pain. My strife to find that seems to have not ended and will continue at least for now .
Now that doesn’t mean I didn’t find an own form of “Oxycontin” to deal with albeit short term. As they music is the best medicine to a lot of problems , so why not music that baba used to sing a lot …
जलते हैं जिसके लिए, तेरी आंखों के दीए
ढूंढ़ लाया हूं वही, गीत मैं तेरे लिए
दिल में रख लेना इसे हाथों से ये छूटे न कहीं
गीत नाज़ुक हैं मेरा शीशे से भी टूटे न कहीं
