Pain.

Walking down the park one pretty evening, I saw a guy sitting on the bench. He seemed so familiar. His expressions had a mystical power. He was sitting staring into the wide, calmly. I felt I have seen him before. Actually, I have met him before. 

I walked towards him and slowly asked if I could sit with him. He budged a bit towards the right to let me sit. 

I asked him where have I seen him before. He smiled and said, "Yes, we have met."

"But where" I asked. 

"A lot of places at a lot of times", He replied. 

I was confused. So we just sat there in silence, until he decided to strike a conversation. 

"Imagine. You were born with no hands, no sight, nothing. Just a skeleton you. Trying to survive on this planet. Scared of sights you can't see, voices you can't hear. You would've then perhaps pleaded to have something. Something you wouldn't even know what to call. Let's assume, He would've then given you sight. You would've started seeing things. Exploring. But then, you would've felt the urge of holding things. You would've again felt this indescribable need. And then, He would've given you hands. 

Imagine the worth, the importance you would've then attached to what you take for granted today. 

But He didn't do that. Instead, He sent you in a complete form. Equipped with all that you need to survive and stay in this world. He sent us with the realization, the inherent knowledge for all our senses and abilities. 

But there is one thing which He put in us as dormant. Its worth is only realized when we realize its absence."

"And what's that?", I asked him. 

He began. 

Its Pain. Its me. A four letter word describing an emotion, a feeling that you all have felt. 

I am sitting there with the mother that delivers. With the caterpillar that turns into the butterfly. With the one who yearns and wants to Feel. With the little kid mute by his society's evil ones sitting in the corner of some planet right now. 

I am there, felt by the heaviness of an eye of a clinically depressed or bipolar human that nobody seems to comprehend. I am there when a young teenager, lost in the egos of lust seduces his beauty to inevitably become the damsel in distress for his prince. 

I am even used and manipulated and exploited to gather sympathies and attention. 

But mostly, I am there to Heal. 

Only when you start embracing me, do I turn my devoid and vacuum into the pleasure of Healing. 

I reside truly in the Heart of the Soul, patient with pain, yet so impatient with Healing. It is this yearning and feeling of Pain that people turn to their religions and seek comfort and peace. They seek answers to their wounds in the Healer of Wounds."

Just as he said so, she began to cry. "But I never asked for this. I never asked for you. i never asked for pain. I asked for God. I didn't want worldly love. I wanted His Love. Why then, did He put me through you?". 

He smiled calmly. "You see, that is where you are wrong. You don't believe in worldly love as real. You believe the only Love Real is His Love. His Love is as real as this worldly love. Because this worldly love is the part of His Supreme Love. How do you expect to experience His Love when you confuse the worldly love as unreal. Each time, you asked for Him, He gave you a feeling like no other. He sent the feeling through human, through relation unexpected. He blessed you with Pain. The Yearning that is needed to be felt so that you feel Him. 

Tell me my child, have you ever been this close to God of your Religion before? No. It was because of this love on this planet, unsaid feeling of power and separation, from a person, from a thing that doesn't even know. When God puts you worldly love, the worldly attachment becomes a teacher. A teacher who doesn't himself know the levels on which he is healing you. And it brings me. It brings pain."

There is so much to pain. The beauty of Learning. Feel it for only lucky souls feel so. 

Feel the Pain to Heal your Wounds my child. This is Real.