Grief

 When we lose something, the grief felt is intense. Especially when that something is a gift by someone you care for, the grief you feel is that much incremental. Much much worse is the acute pain, the deep grief you feel when you lose someone. Often people wallow in to depression when the bubble they created around themselves regarding somebody bursts!

Truly acute is the grief you feel when somebody passes away. Unbearable is the feel that you would never again see, hear, touch that beloved person. Whatever religion, spirituality, philosophy may say about the soul of that person surviving, that bodily loss is immeasurable.  The feel is as if one is buried deep down a cave from whence there is no escape. Every minute, each second that sense of loss is acute, deeply hurting like a thorn buried deep in the flesh. 

Yet human mind is such that slowly but surely that tsunami of unfathomable grief subsides. The daily routine of banal life creates a scab around that wound. Sure that itch of the loss is such that you pry open that wound again and again.

 Yet inevitably the repeatedly worried skin around that wound thickens. A crust develops which does not bleed eternally. Externally you have come to terms with the loss. Despite the six stages of coming to terms with any loss, that deep grief often bursts like lava from a volcano. Yet slowly such occurences grow occasional. Apparently at least, you come to terms with the loss, with grief.

That sense of loss, that acute grief, that tornado of sadness, anger, helplessness no longer churns the depths of consciousness. Yet that entire experience changes you eternally. It makes you a better, a more evolved person who has understood self, and the world better. 

Yet, with most people, grief is superficial, too. It is that intense emotion felt a little more for a second. Yet such people bounce back to normalcy quite easily. They are the types who may sob, nay, wail, loudly for a few seconds, but are back to normal gossiping in no time, in fact, often, in the very next minute!

 Their grief is like the dead body of a rat who is so many times run over by uncaring vehicles that soon that dead carcass is just another layer of the tar road! That grief is the worst, I would say 'coz it has not made you a better person, not changed you in any way. It has just made your mind that much fatter, and may be, more flat!

Pratima@ Being sensitive is rather a boon, never a curse. Resilience should not be born(e) out of sheer habit or senseless helplessness. That makes mind a dry crust, and every grief a transient "smashan vairagya" (so described Aai the temporary crocodile tears) which makes sheer hollow (wo)men!