Pain is a universal language. We
all are susceptible to it, just as we are endowed with the capacity to love and
to give. No matter how invincible we are, there will always be that moment when
you feel like perdition has fallen to your feet. Then we will be left but
aghast and marveling at the complexities many facets of man’s heart, that while
it is given to us to express our self-less love, it is also there for us to
communicate our innermost struggles in various ways: we cry, we spend time on
our own, we contemplate on things, we exhaust our exasperation so forth and so
on. The power of pain then, though sometimes perplexing and frightening, is
totally mystifying.
For how can we really know
life’s beauty and wonders without pain? Life is full of binaries, as in every
whiteness, there is blackness – the concept of yin and yang. If life is only
joy and happiness, then we can never be made whole and be made strong. We have
to weather all storms and feel the excruciating loneliness and pain, for us to
realize our ultimate potentials as humans. Just as the tree stands tall after
the storm, that’s how humans are supposed to be. Even if the winds struck you
and almost take your roots from standing firm on the ground, we have to keep
holding on and never let go of the
faith. It may be a painful and terrifying process to go through, but once
overcame, a sense of self-fulfillment awaits.
No one is born to be the
ultimate, total, and perfect superhero. All those are just an expression of
man’s eagerness to be someone who’s mighty, powerful, and supreme that we can
never be. In fact, even heroes, no matter how tough they are, when left alone,
still cry and suffer the same problems that ordinary human beings go through.
Being apparently strong does not exempt anyone to be pain and problem free. It
is an expected ingredient of life’s recipes, making life sometimes bittersweet.
Thus, if you’re crying over
something, let the emotions all flow. Cry, until there’s no more. Be lonely for
now, exhaust all the bouts of melancholia, and be your normal self again the
day after. Let it all flow, simply let it go. Crying and feeling the pain is
not a sign of weakness. Truth is, by doing so, we are being more humane by
accepting our limits, because no one is given a perfect life. We all have our
faults and our times of defeat. But if you make the most out of every
experience, you will even make the most out of yourself, even out of the most
downgrading moments.
Who says our creativities stop
when we are most vulnerable to pain? Who says our world will end whenever we
are hurt? If the sky is most beautiful because of the stars that shine at a
dark night, then this simply implies we can simply dazzle even in our shadowy
hour. Know thyself, as one philosopher once stated, and by doing so, you can
explore your innermost potentials and let them unleash. Cry and blurt it all
out, there will always be an avenue for that. Write a poem, compose a blog
entry or a song, get your paint brush and start to draw, cook and satisfy your
cravings and hunger, sing and free all the grudges deep within, make a change
by helping out those who are in need. Being crestfallen should not hinder us
from doing what we can, in fact, it should be a call to be most productive, and
only then we could stay we know we are strong, for we know how to manage all
the emotions lurking in our heart.
So the next time you think of
pain and other related emotions as something stupid, think again. After all,
nothing happens here on earth for a mere coincidence or for mere futility. It
maybe just a simple call for action, to let your light and beauty shine, even
in the darkest night.
