P's AFFLICTION

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P's Love Affliction

Submitted: December 06, 2009

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There are two kinds of people in this world, those chasing pleasure and those running from pain. Pleasure helps you forget, but pain forces you to hope. You tell yourself this cannot last, today could be different. Today something might change.
Nobody gets to escape their pain, its there when you brush your teeth at night, its there before breakfast, it will come up fierce and sharp. Most you can hope for is one good day….because it is on a good day you get to tell yourself I can fix this. Today can be different, today something might change. Some people live for their pain, it’s all they’ve got. They stay up with it afraid it might slip away, people like P.
P would love to dream but one way or the other he was always awake… hoping and praying that today he would experience real happiness. Words like joy, contentment and happiness seemed alien to him. P looked around and saw happy and content faces and wondered what it would take him to be in their shoes. He loathed the adiaphorism but was awed by the agapism of the human race. How mutual attraction between two strangers evolved into a full fledged bonding. This natural phenomenon never ceased to amaze P, especially because it had always eluded him.
P had experienced ‘short-term’ happiness and he knew what it did to his personal attributes. His life seemed defined and meaningful but when it was snatched away from him he was thrust back into the dark world of disbelief and hopelessness. He began to believe that happiness was allergenic as its after-effects brought more pain and sorrow in his life.
P wanted to share his pain with someone but knew it would not invoke the same effect in the listener. Then he met Q and things started changing once again…for the better. Q ignited his moribund desire for life. She made him see the brighter side of his existence. Just when P’s life hovered on the edges of happiness, S was taken away from him, leaving him alone to contemplate the intolerable empty waste of his life. Pain seeped through him like a wash of salt across old wounds that never healed. All he had ever wanted was someplace to belong. All he had ever looked for was somewhere to fit in. Q said he didn’t belong with her. She wouldn’t let him fit into her life. She would leave him on the outside looking in. She would come and go from his life, but she didn’t want him in hers. The loneliness that enveloped him was a chill that went soul deep.
The need that had gripped P in its talons for days now tightened its hold ruthlessly. His life was burdened by the leaden weight of the nightmares and torments that never left him. SOMETIMES THE WORLD WE CREATE ON A PAGE SEEMS TO BE MORE ALIVE THAN THE ONE WE ACTUALLY LIVE IN…..


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