Equality in pain: birth and death
I started this sentence thinking of what I always call the only two existing miracles of life, how each is accompanied by unbearable pain, but yet , is always served in time by life itself and the virtue of healing , not through forgetting .
I grew up hearing the word forgetting is a cure to all pains . Forgetting is not a virtue because it doesn’t exist when it comes to pain . It is healing .. our bodies are healed by time after birth , and the pain of losing in death is healed by learning probably the meaning of life itself , that is bigger than birth and death .
Somehow , miraculously , there seems to be an equality by both birth and death . in the pain they share before and during their arrival . and in the adaptation towards the new reality they force in our lives. The acceptance that you can do nothing but accept and move on , happily or with grief… usually the choice is ours.
Somewhere , this balance inside the existence of the only two real facts of life . bringing someone to life and taking someone out of life.
That notion of equality , not co-existence….
Equality in the power of the presence and the absence .
Equality in the lack of choice.
Equality in the joy and grief.
Equality in the pain that accompanies…. And yet somehow dwells…