Pain

“That’s the thing about pain, it demands to be felt” – stolen from The Fault in our Stars.

I wasn’t even thinking about the movie when this phrase popped in my mind a few hours ago.

But what is realer than this phrase?

We can hide our pain from others, pretend it’s not there just so people leave us alone

But we feel it.

It’s there.

We know it is.

Pain is real and it’s not just the kind gotten from a bite , or a bruise , or a beating , or an accident.

Pain comes in all sorts of forms.

I think the worst kind is the emotional pain.

The pain that cannot be described

The pain you cannot rate on a scale

The pain you cannot describe to your physician

The pain that cannot be analyzed

The pain that others think is false

The pain that others can never comprehend

The pain that only you can understand

Yes, I think that’s the worst kind.

These pains exist

They may not be happening to us

But it is being felt by so many around us:

That person that can never seem to get his act together

That other person that is “always forming depressed”

That other person that has gone mute because they’d rather be silent than have to ever speak about the pains they experience

That other person who you “never know what’s going on with”

And that ‘other other’ person too.

 It’s out there

This pain is immense

I myself do not completely understand it

 But I have been “privileged” (I used that word very lightly as I am unsure as to whether or not it is in fact a privilege) to imagine, simply imagine the pain of another

 Show love.

There’s already too much pain in the world

Please show love; that person needs it

They need it like they need their very lives

Please show love.

You already do?

Show some more.

You think they’re taking the piss?

Let them.

Show some more love .

They don’t seem to want it?

Show some more love

Please show love. There’s already too much pain in the world.

Write soon xx