My pen and I (tanka)

If not the belief, I do agree completely that respect and care are what make people friends if they want to be friends...
Alongwith :
Love trust and acceptance for who they are :)

Love you luce ..
And you to memo :)

I tend to contradict a lot of my friends. They also wonder why are we friends... when the answer is pretty simple. Respect. Plus they know I care for them.

Hmm.. Let's see, When I was a child, and whenever I cut my finger, my grandma would say, "add a drop of lemon juice and it will heal faster." At first, I didn't know what it would feel like if I added the lemon juice, but after trying it once, I realized it hurt even more than the injury itself, or at least, it hurt more while I added the drop of lemon juice. Yup, the pain intensified.

So the next time, when grandma would say "add a drop of lemon juice...", all I knew was, that if I added the drop of lemon juice, it would hurt more. What I did not know was that it would hurt less and less, why was that?

Do you know why is it that an injury hurts? or rather have you ever noticed that when you cut your finger, (paper cut or knife), it hurts a bit, then you don't even noticed it until you touch it again? or until the "paper cut" becomes infected? And if the paper cut becomes infected then the pain is felt at all times? You don't even need to touch it...

Well, back in my grandma's days, they didn't have the luxury of affording alcohol to disinfect injuries. All they could have was the lemon's in the trees. They knew that by adding the lemon drop to the injury, the juice would help keep the injury free from infection or at least the chances of keeping the injury free from infection would be higher. So regardless of the pain intensifying, they just added the lemon juice, and bare the pain for a bit. It hurt so much. But it hurt less and less. They just let their body do its job and continue its course, to heal. They did not forget the injury. They knew they had it. And were careful to not get it infected.

If they had not added the lemon juice when they got the injury, the chances of the injury of getting infected would be higher, and if the injury got infected, then the pain would have dwelt with them at all times. Do you see where I am going with this?

It's not about forgetting the pain of the injury, it's about not getting the injury infected. If the injury is not infected, it heals faster. Our body heals it with the passing of the time. Our body does its job. So the pain of the injury will be gone, once the injury heals. Sure, we may have a scar but the scars do not hurt. If they hurt, there's something in there that has not heal. And should be look at. To figure out why it still hurts.

On another part, it is sad to forget the pain, because if we forget it, then we would not know how it feels, and in turn, we would have had learnt nothing.

If we embrace the pain, we still know how it feels, it doesn't mean that we are tortured by it because the injury has healed, but we still know what it feels like, and if we know what it feels like, and we care about other people, we would try our best to not let others feel the same as we had felt.

Sorry Meme. I did not exactly talked about your poem. But I find it to be quiet a sad content.

What is felt on my canvas my heart can only be seen on the canvas as art and if washed by this fate of mine, should I cry or just be fine?? What we as artists sketch in our brains can only be perfected when it gains a physical form and yes sometimes we lose what we create in a rush to keep creating at such times don't be sad my friend just keep creating till you make gold and preserving till it becomes diamond.

Luce, I wonder what makes us friends. We contradict each other so much... We think poles apart. :p

And don't you think, by not forgetting the pain, it is like not showing the wound to heal at all...in fact don't you think by remembering it every now and then it would be like applying salt and chilli powder to those wounds just making them grow.
And if try to forget them and ultimately achieve it, it will be like allowing the wounds to heal and ultimately scars to fade...yes the mark does remain slightly but then it is almost...almost invisible....and you will only see it when you strain yourself to look at it....that is you will feel the pain of the long time back hurt only if you ponder too much...to much over it...

And well if you don't forget it, don't you think you will never be able to grow....i mean how will you grow. With the pain...learning how to stay with pain...but then the pain is still there and you will just keep remembering it and it will only keep hurting you...you will be stuck in you're past...and what is the use of dwelling in your past...i mean it is pretty pointless....you cannot change your past nor alter it, no mater how much you want to, how much you try to. ...and you may say you learn from you're past but if you just dwell in you're past you might learn but you are not living in the present so you will never apply it.....and do you really think, living in the past is living??? To me it is a living death... :/
I know a few people, including my former best friend, who just lived with her pain and it just continued to grow.....i know at least ten people and everyone who lived in the past just...ummm.hurts....there is never happiness with the pain...and what did you live if you did not live happy??? After all ultimately I believe being happy should be and is every persons goal and desire.....

Living with the pain is like staying on a ship which had a hole and now the water is gushing in.and not forgetting or trying to so anything about the pain is like...sitting on the ship and doing nothing about the hole or the water that is gushsing in....you are bound to drown now or then...it is like you are just silently waiting to die...and not even allowing or attempting to sane yourself...you will ultimately without doubt down

Purvi.. I have a strong belief that what hurts shouldn't be forgotten, it should be embraced. Accepted so we could either choose to become extremely affected by it and become depressed or coose to become better based on what hurts.