I once read a proverb which meant, winning makes you understand a page, but losing might teach you a book. As daunting a thought can be, it never fails to challenge the juvenile optimism in us. Losing may not always cause pain to some, but pain is often an antecedent to failure. Ever wondered why the intensity of joyous moments fades with time, but never does the impact of pain. For it’s easy to reminiscence a sorrow and feel the exact pain like it once did. But ironic is the case of joy, though the memory succeeds to deliver a smile, yet the original joy remains unique to its debut.
My psyche tells me, without any resort to medical reasons, that we are acquainted with pain right from the moment we open eyes in this world. I may not know what medical implications the umbilical separation bestows on the new-born, but I believe it is the antithesis at work. Am sure we all are the happiest beings within the warmth of the womb, never wanting to come through to face everything that life offers. But as I said the antithesis at work, right from the moment when a birth happens, it is the irony of the moment that, the joy of the one within, is killed to deliver the ultimate happiness (of motherhood) to another. Such is the camaraderie of pain, which in my knowing is similar to the law of thermodynamics. I know the idea of thermodynamics may sound obnoxious at this point, but not if I say...
A mother may feel immense pain while letting out, but I believe it ceases when the joy of seeing the baby supersedes, while the joy of being within is deceased when we are cut from the (umbilical) chord, which again brings pain to the new-born, the pain of separation from a peaceful haven and the encounter with a moment, when everything black, white and grey will start to bother. And then there comes a phase which is similar in thermodynamics, the phase of equilibrium, when a mother holds the child and the child feels the warmth of the arm, that moment freezes every pain and joy to the extent that words can’t describe.
But why am I saying all this? The reason being, of all the emotions a man encounters, the two most basic of them often take turns throughout the day - the welcoming happiness and the digging sorrow. It may sound ridiculous if I assert that the two of them almost stands equal from a distinct perception. For if you see, Happiness may look good while it comes to ye and sorrow doesn’t, alike is the thesis of sorrow, it feels good when sorrow bids adieu but ironic is the case of joy. For when joy leaves us it is not a reason to be sad, but often the loss is felt, while when sorrow leaves, the rejoice is a feeling beyond words.
But why am I saying all this? The reason being, of all the emotions a man encounters, the two most basic of them often take turns throughout the day - the welcoming happiness and the digging sorrow. It may sound ridiculous if I assert that the two of them almost stands equal from a distinct perception. For if you see, Happiness may look good while it comes to ye and sorrow doesn’t, alike is the thesis of sorrow, it feels good when sorrow bids adieu but ironic is the case of joy. For when joy leaves us it is not a reason to be sad, but often the loss is felt, while when sorrow leaves, the rejoice is a feeling beyond words.
I always ponder on a thought which tells me, the pain that sorrow accompanies is etched in the most conscious part of the memory. One can reminiscence the poignance to fuel the emotional barrel and divert the force towards something constructive. My friend once told me during a work-out in the gym to recollect something emotionally concrete, something of negative sorts. And it did help, not that I became Schwarzenegger after that, but I wish I could have done that throughout my life. But any philosophy is too good to last and feels great when shared. So is the thought of pain that I have... The thought of jotting these words did stem from a moment when I was in pain - an emotional pain... Strange it may sound, but sometimes reflecting on the philosophy alone helps to come off a situation. And I am glad I did....
