“I think the pain goes away with time,” I once argued with a friend.
“But, does it?” he interrupted with a smile.
I wrestled with my thoughts for a while but couldn’t think of anything to tell him.
“But does it? Does the pain of living really go away?”
I have asked that question to myself everyday since that day. I’ve long searched for the answer—in my own experiences, in the stories that I live, in my figments of imagination, in my being.
“Maybe it doesn’t!” is what I’ve come closer to realizing. Just like so many things in life, pain exists like a companion to the living. Maybe we’re delusional in thinking that time heals it, that it fades away as time ticks by.
What if the truth instead, is that, we learn to adapt better to the pain? What if that’s the case?