Carrying the Invisible

Pain is a shade shifter. It arrives uninvited, rarely with explanation and never with an apology. It has no language, yet it speaks.

It has no body, yet it occupies every inch of yours. And despite all the ways we try to deny it, bury it, numb it or outpace it—it remains.Pain is democratic.



It does not check passports, nor does it care for GDPs. It is as at home in huge mansions as it is in makeshift shelters. It is the single, undeniable reality every human being carries along.

A truth not always visible, but unmistakable in presence.We are conditioned to think of pain as something to conquer, as if endurance is a medal and silence is a nobility. We admire those who ‘suffer in silence’ while secretly being scared becoming them.

Pain makes people uncomfortable, not just the one who carries it, but the ones who must witness it. It reminds us of our own fragility. We flinch, we look away, we grapple to move on.

But pain rarely moves on. It lingers. Sometimes it disguises itself as disillusionment, sometimes it becomes sharp, stirring and sometimes it goes cryptic.

Shades varying.Pain is not linear. It does not follow the polite arc of “this happened, we healed, we moved on.

” That is the myth. Pain loops. It recurs.

It comes back wearing different shoes. One day it’s a sigh. Another day it’s anguish.

Sometimes it’s rage that makes no sense, and many times a heaviness when screams stifle.But then there is the part they don’t teach in schools: pain, when met with attention rather than aversion, transforms. It doesn’t go away; it begins to tell you things.

It becomes a guide.Pain, in its more mystical understanding, is a teacher. It reveals what matters.

It sharpens your senses. It takes away illusion. It leaves you raw and, in that rawness, you become real.

It takes off the armour, the silent mask. It says, ‘now show me who you really are’.We live in times obsessed with delight.

Instagram joy. Motivational quotes. Wellness trends.

But the truth is that real healing doesn’t happen in the glow of filtered sunsets. It happens in the underworld. In the silent, aching hours of gloom when you’re not sure who you are anymore.

When your carefully curated life falls apart. When words don’t work. That’s where the alchemy begins.

Perhaps, there is a reason why poets, mystics and sages speak often of pain. Not because they glorify suffering, but because they know that pain opens a doorway. Rumi said, “The wound is the place where the Light enters you.

” That wound is pain. That light is transformation..

..Dard-e-Dil Kay Vaastay Paida Kiya Insaan Ko.

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We must stop measuring wellbeing by the absence of pain. Pain is not the opposite of wellbeing; it is part of it. Avoiding pain doesn’t make us stronger.

Meeting it, witnessing it, integrating it—that’s where resilience is born.Talk to your pain. Ask it what it wants to teach you.

Don’t brush it away. Don’t kill it into silence every time. Sit with it.

Sometimes, pain just wants a witness.And if nothing else, let your pain make you kinder. Let it humble you.

Let it remind you that we all are carrying invisible weight from our past. In one shade or the other, everyone, absolutely everyone, is carrying some pain.So be compassionate.

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