God created us all, gave us sentience, will and thinking abilities. However, what He missed out on was, to provide us with the ability to toggle between our emotions and feelings. Humans, perhaps one of the most advanced races in the entire universe has been able to accomplish so many things since its creation. We managed to harness the power of fire, construct kingdoms, wage wars and create metropolis of the 21st century. But, if there is one thing that us, the Homo sapiens, have yet to achieve is the ability to switch on or off our emotions as per our will.
Maybe, tomorrow I won’t have any recollection of this journal that I am about to post or if u ask me some day what I really wished to convey with this post, I might be left in a fix as to explain how and why I wrote this. Still, I do know that, a heart agonized in the fires of loneliness, pined to become one with the person it loves the most has only one outlet to vent its anguished emotions out, and that is through words. Not verbal, but on paper. It is my request that this post should not be taken as a means of garnering attention, but as a realization from the point of view of a mere mortal, who just wishes to reach to the underlying humanity of his readers. How does one really sustain an emotional massacre? The answer is, most of the people and I emphasize on “most” aren’t able to cope with the after effects of emotions gone awry. You see, our lives and our world is based on an intricate web of practicalities and severe emotional responses. Being practical has become the way of life and somehow in the due course, feelings, especially ‘Love’ has taken a back seat, where its importance and its sheer value has been lost. However, there are some individuals who tend to realize the essence of Love and understand its significance in one’s life.
So it happened! One moment you are truly, madly and deeply in love and then, what appears to be an instant, that love is snatched away from you, leaving you with traces of a life that, was to summarize in one word, Heavenly. We all have different methods of dealing with tragedies and heart breaks. Some turn to the shelter of God, some take a more intoxicating step towards, alcohol and others simply try to bury the past and push themselves to move on in life.
All these steps based on an individual’s psyche can be termed as damage control, but one question that most people tend to overlook is, “Till what extent do we continue to survive in the ‘damage control’ mode?” With my recent experience, all I can say is that, to move on in life is too over rated and far too easier said than done. When a heart breaks or a love is lost, the inexplicable pain that shoots from the center your brain to the very end of your toe is one of the most excruciating experiences that a man can ever come across. All the moments spent together, every sentence that was exchanged between you and your soul mate, become an endless loop of memories and continues in your head, no matter how hard you try to put it to rest.
Sorrow grips every hour of our existence. Hurdles and unforeseen circumstances raise their ugly heads at every endeavor we pursue and to add insult to injury there comes the ever so cumbersome dilemma of controlling emotions. A mere visage of practicality, a facade of normalcy envelops us throughout our turmoil. It’s like a mask that we unwillingly wear to fit in the so-called compassionate society. The unscrupulous dynamic environment in which we survive like a pact, in-fact it is an alien world to us. A realm of reality which does not make any sense to those, who have seen life at the other end of the coin. A fictitious world of Eden, where every joyous moment is an illusion, a mirage, constructed for the sole purpose of testing an individual’s load capacity, or to be precise and in laymen terms, to test how far a person can be bent, broken and battered till he breaks.